Page 62 of Pack Rivals, Part One

For a moment, we stare at each other and then the thunder I feel brewing in my belly is reflected across his face.

Lazily, like I don't give a shit, I lumber to my feet.

Wattson can't keep the satisfied grin from his face as he looks from me to the other alpha. He's loving this. Probably planned it. He's been playing us off against each other for a long time now.

Definitely time for him to go. Screw what Silver thinks.

Axel's scent is 100% aggression and his hands form tightly balled fists by his sides.

"I was just meeting with Mr. York to discuss the new piece of land they've secured and their plans for it."

I knew that. I'm not dumb. It's why I'm here. That land was meant to be ours. We've been lining it up for over a year now. Buying up the surrounding land, putting some gentle pressure on the fucker who owns it. We were close. So close. And then Pack York swoops in out of nowhere and beats us to it. I'm not even sure how they managed it. But no way am I letting it stand.

"Yes, It's what I've come to talk to you about, Wattson. I have some objections."

The deep frown on Axel's face lifts to a smile. A smile I'd like to wipe away with my fist.

"Good luck with that, Angel."

I growl. Luck has nothing to do with it.

"Gentlemen," Wattson warns, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He's probably one of those freaky betas who gets off on alphas pounding each other like meat.

I take a step towards Axel so our noses are almost touching. I glare into those silver eyes of his, so like my own.

"Whatever he did to land his hands on that land, it wasn't legal, Wattson."

"Mr. York has all the paperwork. It's perfectly–"

"You know I'll always beat you, Angel. Always have, always will. You may think you can one up me, but you can't."

"We'll see," I say, thinking of the omega, and winking. I know exactly why she appeals to him, because she appeals to me too.

All sweet and innocent and totally clueless.

She had my heart pounding and my cock hardening all through that date yesterday, and if she affects me that way, you can bet your bottom dollar she's driving him mad too. Especially with this insistence that she's not going to date. The word no is like a red flag to a bull when it comes to Axel York.

The two of us are too alike. It's one of the reasons I loathe him. One of many.

He reaches out and grips my shirt.

"What does that mean?"

"Means, I'm going to find a way to block whatever you have planned for that land, if it means hiring every damn lawyer in the country. I'm going to ensure all the pretty pennies you paid buying up that land, are never made back. It'll sit there untouched and undeveloped. And your bank account will have a massive hole."

He smiles again. It's not one of those crocodile smiles. Alphas aren't slippery like that – the majority of us anyway. We're all emotion, all instinct, everything we feel comes crashing across our face and there is no hiding it. No, his smile is one of a tiger.

I return his smile with my own.

"Sounds like you'll be creating a hole in your own bank account, bozo. Lawyers don't come cheap." Don't we know it. The number of times we've faced each other in the courtroom is only slightly fewer than the times we've faced each other with our fists.

My fists twitch now. I've fought him enough times to know where his weaknesses lie. Never defends his ribs like he should. Always a prime spot for a hit.

I could hit him right now. Except Wattson or his assistant would call security and I'd end up in some cell.

Wattson is obviously enjoying the show and has no intention of intervening to end this, but his assistant seems less comfortable. I can see the man sweating from the corner of my eyes.

"Mr. Boston."

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