Page 27 of Isla

Finn

Harrisongloatedaboutthe day he spent with Isla in their cabana, away from the glares of the hotel staff. He ordered food under a false name and when the order arrived; he put on his sunglasses and cap so the staff wouldn't identify him.

I thought he took too many risks.

This was our livelihood, our business, and we’d made it in Vegas, among the other magnificent hotels. And as much as Isla felt like she belonged to us, I didn’t want to lose what we had, just to make an omega ours. But yes, her perfume was like an aphrodisiac, stimulating my cock like nobody ever had before her.

Betas were enough for me, not that I’d acted on the impulse for years. I thought the alpha in me had waned since I turned thirty, six years ago, because until last night my urges lacked.

But last night I couldn’t get enough. Watching her on the screen as she wrapped herself in the comforter and cried as she ate her cookie pie. It sent me wild, and I had to restrain myself. I had to stop myself from rushing to her room and ramming my cock in her so hard she would never forget my claiming of her.

But I stopped myself and stroked my cock instead—until I was sore. Because damn her, she was as infuriating as she was enticing.

The time I spent talking to her was enough to know I only wanted my cock inside her and not her. Scent matching aside, I still needed obedience, an omega that would bend to my will. Harrison liked a sassy omega, she suited Harrison—me, not so.

King, I wasn’t sure and our pack needed all three of us to want her, to need her. Harrison knew the moment he scented her. He was besotted already. Telling me he made a joke about marrying her when the poor omega had already run away from one wedding.

But something still conflicted me, because I saw the attraction in Isla as she sat at the blackjack table. Her shocked gazes turned to cheeky little smiles as she glanced at me. Each one of them was warming me to her. And seeing the omega in a tiny dress that barely covered her body brought the caveman out of me, and it had been a long time since my true alpha showed. I had muted him for far too long, which meant I had only dated betas for many years.

My cell rang out, and I strode to a quiet area. “Finally, we need you back here. There’s a girl... an omega... Harrison is convinced she’s the one,” I told King.

“Harrison. Not you?”

“I’m in two minds, but...”

“She isn’t as submissive as you’d like,” King replied to me.

It wasn’t like I wanted an omega on her knees beside me, or sitting on my lap and waiting for me to feed her.

“No, she’s exactly what Harrison likes, which makes me realise that is the reason we’ve never found an omega we can all agree on,” I said. “But this little one is different. She’s bratty, but I think she scented me. In fact, I’m certain of it and Harrison agreed, though she is pretending she hasn’t.”

King roared with laughter. “A bratty omega. She sounds fucking perfect. One you can tame at your leisure. I’d love to see you putting her over your knee and she’ll tell you to fuck off afterwards. I like the thought of an omega testing your dominant ways. But there’s always a submissive in every omega. ”

“Hmm, when are you returning? She’s booked into the hotel for the week.”

“I’m finishing up this case, and once the verdict is in, I’ll fly back,” King said.

“How did it go?”

“Same as always, I ask no questions, but somehow the judge always comes around to being on Ronaldo’s side,” he said, laughing.

“Easy money,” I said. King was at the top of his field in criminal law, getting the likes of gangsters off on crimes that they really should go to jail for.

That was the bad side of his career, because King had a heart of gold and also provided his services free of charge for deserving cases.

He had his demons, an alpha with an angel and devil poking away at him as they sat on his shoulders, whispering in his ears.

“Mr Ernesto likes to pay me way above my rates. I can’t refuse and he gets to launder his illegal money,” King said, and I could hear him snickering as he pulled the phone away from his mouth.

“You lawyers are worse than the criminals,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah, send me a picture of the omega and I’ll fly back as soon as I can.”

“Will do,” I said, disconnecting the cell and strolling back to the casino floor, where I glanced around, trying to find the omega, but there was no sight of her anywhere.

My inner beast growled. She was infuriating. Thinking she could wander around Vegas without a care in the world. Or was it on purpose? Was she looking for an alpha to get over her failed relationship woes?

I growled again, knowing I should keep my eye on the tables, but instead I was rushing around trying to find her.

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