Page 47 of Roulette Rodeo
The alpha from the storage closet sits in the center of their formation, legs spread wide in a posture that screams casual dominance. He's changed clothes—dark jeans that cling to muscular thighs, a black henley that does nothing to hide the breadth of his shoulders. His sandy brown hair is pulled back, revealing the sharp angles of a face that belongs on recruitment posters or most-wanted lists.
He doesn't smile. Doesn't speak. Just watches me with an intensity that makes my knees weak and my panties damp.
To his right, ice-gray eyes track my movement with calculating precision. This one is leaner, built like a blade rather than a battering ram. Dark hair falls across his forehead, and there's something in his expression that reminds me of Marnay—not cruelty, but the ability to be cruel if necessary.His suit probably costs more than most cars, tailored to showcase a body that's all controlled power.
On forest green's left, amber eyes burn with barely contained energy. This alpha vibrates with intensity, like he's physically restraining himself from moving. Tattoos peek from beneath his rolled-up sleeves, and his smile is all teeth and promise. Dangerous in a different way than the others—not cold calculation or controlled power, but raw, unleashed potential.
Behind them, standing like he's guarding their backs even here, hazel eyes catalog every detail of my appearance. He's massive—not just tall but broad, built like he could bench press a small car. His expression is carefully neutral, but there's a softness around his eyes that the others lack.
The Lucky Ace Pack.
"Gentlemen," Marnay's voice breaks the spell. He's here too, hovering near the bar like he's afraid to get too close. "May I present Red, as requested."
"Leave us." Ice-gray doesn't look away from me as he speaks, but the command in his voice is absolute.
"Of course, but the paperwork?—"
"Will be handled by our lawyer." Hazel eyes speaks this time, producing a card from his jacket. "Send the contracts to this address. The funds have already been transferred."
Marnay takes the card with shaking hands.
For three years, I've watched him rule this place like a king.
Now he looks small, diminished, just another beta in a room full of apex predators.
"Of course. Yes. I'll just—" He backs toward the door, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Enjoy your purchase."
Purchase…
That’s all my value was worth.
The years of torment. The nights I breathed every second hopes of seeing the morning after a night of survival. When it was all said and done…this was nothing but a game to the man who enjoyed using as his ugly duckling.
A prize to be claimed when I became the swan everyone yearned to admire…
The door closes with a soft click.
Silence.
They watch me, and I watch them, and the air grows heavier with each passing second. I should be terrified. Hell, I might as well call this whole confrontation quits by planning escape routes, calculating odds, and preparing for whatever could be in store for me by running away from these men whom literally “bought” me.
Instead, I'm wet enough that I can feel it on my thighs, and all I can think about is the taste of forest green's mouth.
How am I going to run away craving this toxic addiction of masculinity with glimmering eyes that project the heart of nature…
"Hello, little cherry." His voice is exactly as I remember—gravel, smoke, and dark promises. "Nice panties you left me."
Heat floods my face, my chest, pools low in my belly.
My smart Alpha…God…claiming them already and don’t even know his name…
"You figured it out," I sound completely breathless as I stand in blissful stillness.
"Wasn't hard." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out red lace that makes my breath catch.My panties.He's been carrying them around like a won token of appreciation. "Red lace. Cherries. A virgin omega who smells like everything I never knew I needed."
I can tell the news has the other’s Alpha’s attention — their eyes gravitating to forest eyes. Clearly that’s a small tidbit he must have left out until this very moment.
Taunting.
