Page 133 of Pack Rivals, Part One

"Nope." None at all.

Nobody speaks and six pairs of alpha eyes with all their mesmerizing power are fixed on me. My knees shake, my body wilts and sweat pools at the base of my neck. The breeze ruffles through the dunes and a gull screeches above us.

It's Nate who finally breaks the silence.

"Hey, little bird, are you coming with us?" His eyes are a million times dirtier than usual as if he can somehow communicate with one look all the dirty things he has planned for me.

Oh lord. I swallow down a moan.

"Of course, she's not, asshole," Hardy says, drawing my attention to him. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt today and I can see a line of tattoos reaching up from the collar and along his neck. He winks at me. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go."

"Just a minute here," Courtney says, waving the gun along the line of alphas.

"You're holding that wrong," Nate calls to her.

"Could probably still do some damage though, couldn't I?" she snaps back.

Nate lifts his hands in surrender and grins.

"Bea's going to choose what's going to happen here," she tells the alphas. "None of you."

"Of course."

"Whatever she wants."

"Just say the word."

Courtney glances at me.

"This is such a hard decision," I start to say, my eyes swimming with water and the alphas' faces blurring. "You've all been so sweet to me, and patient. And to be honest, I didn't even think I'd want to spend this heat with alphas. But you've made me see it could be good."

"Damn sure it will be with us, sweetheart," Nate calls out.

"Nah, not with them," Hardy shakes his head. "Those assholes couldn't find a clit if you gave them GPS, a map and a compass."

"I've made more pussies squirt than you've had hot dinners, Hardy."

"And what would you know about hot dinners, Nate?" Hardy chuckles.

All the men stiffen.

The noise dies in Hardy's throat and in the next second: chaos.

Pure and simple chaos.

Fists fly, feet stamp, jaws snap and legs kick.

Courtney lifts her gun into the air and fires, the blast sending her tumbling right backwards into the sand. The gunshot does nothing to break up the alphas.

I watch, shocked as they pummel each other, names and insults flying, half of which I don't understand.

"You'd talk to Nate, like that? You'd say that? You piece of shit!"

"He's a fucking psycho always has been."

"If your dad could see you now, Dickwad."

"I'm not letting you take another girl from me."

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