Page 23 of Pack Rivals, Part One

I undo the buttons of my jacket and stroll their way, ignoring them both as I reach for the door handle.

"Excuse me, Sir," the one on the left says, resting his hand on my forearm. "Can I ask what your business is here?"

I repress an angry growl, and spit out through my teeth, "I'm here to see the om–Bea."

"Is she expecting you?"

I hesitate. "Not exactly."

"Then we're going to have to ask you to–"

I shake the man's hand from my arm, and skid my palm over my sleeve, wiping away imaginary dirt. "Who do you work for?" The guard goes to speak. I hold up my hand to silence him. "No, let me guess. Pack Fucking Boston."

The man says nothing which tells me that I'm correct.

"Is he up there with her?" I lift my eyes to the apartment above, my stomach churning with nausea.

"We're not permitted to allow any men or women to enter without the permission of the omega."

He's not answering my question.

"I'd like to talk to her please," I say, folding my arms. I'll try doing this the civilized way. If that doesn't work, then I'll be knocking these two bozo's heads together.

They look at each other like they don't know what to do next. No surprise there. God knows why the rich and famous of this city hire Pack Boston to run their security. They couldn't run a fucking tap.

"Go ask her," I bark.

They may be built like brick houses, but both these men are betas, and they can't help but react to my authority despite their years of supposed training. The first man nods to the second.

"Who should we say is calling?"

"Axel York, Head of Pack York."

The pair of them actually gulp and I have to suppress a self-satisfied smirk. Our two packs have been in enough altercations over the years that they know I won't be averse to using my fists if it comes to it.

The second man disappears inside and ten minutes later returns. Alone.

"She thanks you for the flowers, but she is with the doctor right now and can't see you."

I take a menacing step forward. Despite this man's size, I tower above him and he has to tip his head back to look into my murderous eyes. Did that pack of dipshits think a pair of pussies would stop me? Did they really think that?

"Are you stopping me from seeing the omega?"

"No," the man says, and I can hear the fear in his voice. "I'm relaying the message from the omega."

There is no way in hell an omega would refuse to see an alpha, especially an alpha like me from the wealthiest pack in the city. They are queuing up to catch my attention.

"You're lying."

The guard shakes his head and then the voice of the other man catches my attention. He's speaking into a radio.

"We have a situation here, Sir."

"Who the hell are you speaking to?" I shout, snatching the radio from his hand and holding it up to my face. "Is that you Angel?"

"Silver," the voice snarls back.

I should have known. He's the one that runs the security operation for his pack. Angel, he's too busy making real estate deals that piss me off.

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