Page 35 of Pack Rivals, Part One

Axel's gaze flicks to me, then back to Silver. His shoulders square and his jaw flexes.

"I've come to talk to Bea," he says.

"Axel York?" my aunt says, stepping forwards. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

His eyes flick to the older woman standing at Silver's side and his forehead creases in puzzlement.

"This is my Aunt Julia," I explain.

"And I'm her cousin, Courtney." Courtney pushes me forward so I'm standing somewhere in between the two alphas.

Their scents intermingle in the air and oh god, the smell is something I'd like to eat, to lick, to roll around in. Those flutters descend from my stomach to between my legs and for the twenty millionth time today I wonder what the hell is going on with my body.

"Nice to meet you both," he says. Those gray eyes of his, almost silver under the bare bulb in the entrance hall, remain locked on my face.

"We're on our way out to dinner," Silver says.

"Perhaps, I could take you for lunch tomorrow," Axel says to me, ignoring Silver.

"I'm not dating right now," I blurt out, trying not to let my gaze stray down his form. Damn it, he's in one of those magical suits too. I can actually see the shape of his biceps through the taut fabric of his jacket.

They didn't make men like this back home in Naw Creek.

"You're going on a date now," he says frowning. A frown that has me wanting to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness.

Tomorrow, I'm tripling the dose of those suppressants.

"It's not a date," I say, although I'm pretty sure Silver is smirking at the other alpha.

"Then perhaps I could join you." He makes a big show of looking at his watch. "I haven't eaten yet."

"The booking was for two," Silver says, stepping towards me. "It's going to be hard enough for them to stretch to four. Five, no way."

"I can head home," my aunt offers.

"No," both Silver and I say together.

"We'll all go together then. Where are we going?" Axel asks with a grin on his face.

"Sin Sky," Courtney tells him.

"Great. I'll follow behind."

He turns and we all watch him go, Silver glaring so hard at his back I'm surprised his jacket doesn't combust into flames.

"Do you two have history, or something?" Courtney asks Silver as we climb into his SUV.

"You could say that," he mutters. He wanted me in the front with him but I insisted my aunt took the front passenger seat. Besides, I need to talk to Courtney.

As we join the heavy city traffic, I lean over and whisper in her ear.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"Are you serious?" she hisses back. "Two of the hottest alphas in the city are fighting to take you out. You are some lucky bitch, Bea."

Me, lucky?

I don't think so.

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