Page 28 of Isla

I opened an app on my phone and searched silver dress, blonde ponytail.

If she wanted knotting, I would happily bend her over as I wrapped her ponytail around my hand and rutted her. Preferably when her sassy mouth was filled with Harrison’s cock.

The search came back, showing she was in the hotel nightclub and I took off running because she was dancing with two men. One of her arms draped over the shoulder of a man as her leg wrapped around his thigh. Her back arched backwards as another man sandwiched behind her.

My blood was pounding in my head, the sounds overtaking the loud music from the speakers.

Ten minutes later, Harrison slapped me on my back, breaking my thoughts of having her over my knee and teaching her a lesson for being such a flirt. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”

“She’s certainly that,” I said, wondering if I should walk away from an omega I felt was mine, but not the kind of omega I sought. “I’m not sure she is right for our pack.”

“You scent match with her, which makes her perfect for our pack.”

“We have to tell King,” Harrison said. “We have to get him back here before she leaves.”

“I spoke to him,” I grumbled. I didn’t feel his optimism. Isla conflicted my thoughts and ideas of an omega, but I wasn’t sure which side King would be on either.

He was more cynical than me these days. Since he lost Paula, he’d never been the same. For me, it was age. The years had ticked by and I never scented an omega like I did with Isla, but now I did. I didn’t know if I wanted any omega or not, or if I didn’t want her.

She was too sassy for my liking and now my life was mapped out and I didn’t want it to change. There were plenty of opportunities in Vegas to not have to deal with a needy, disobedient omega in my life.

And Isla was that.

She ran out on one alpha. I wasn’t giving her a chance to run out on me.

“She’s the one, Finn,” Harrison said, his voice excitedly exclaimed.

But I was more realistic than Harrison, a little older, more jaded. Harrison still believed in love. Believed we would find the omega for our pack.

“I’m not sure,” I said. It was easier than saying, ‘hell, no way.’

I kept staring at Isla, still so conflicted as I decided whether to drag her away or walk away. “I need to send King a photo of her.”

I pointed my phone, making sure I pictured Isla exactly as she was, dancing with the two guys. King wouldn’t be interested in an omega that wasn’t meek, like I wasn’t. The pack would reject her, two to one, regardless of Harrison’s feelings.

“She is making you crazy but you’re prepared to let her go because she doesn’t fit your ideal omega,” Harrison grunted, knowing why I’d sent a picture of her between two guys.

I grinned. “I’ll fuck her and then let her go if you want to share her for the night.”

Harrison growled and turned back to Isla. “Go, I’ll keep an eye on her. We'll decide as a pack once King gets here.”

I shook my head. He was wasting his time, and I had work to do. “You’re on, see you later.”

My phone rang, and I hit the button to answer. “Hi.”

“What the fuck is she doing dancing with those men?” King shouted and I pulled the cell from my ear.

“We don’t own her,” I said, walking away. Leaving Harrison to keep tabs on the omega.

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