Page 92 of Alpha Daddy

It’s a hard, solid hit that seems to echo through the silent room, and I cry out, my hands flying to cover my mouth.

Then, the room erupts into chaos.

Alessandro lunges at Caleb with a growl that has the hair on my arms standing on end, and I watch as the two alphas collide. Alessandro connects hard knuckles with Caleb's cheek, and someone grabs me from behind. I fight against their hold, my eyes glued to the brawl unfolding as my heart plays a drum solo against my ribs.

“Let me go,” I say breathlessly, shaking against their grip.

A moment later, I realize it's Sara.

"We need to move," she whispers harshly, grabbing me by the hand as she tries to haul me away. However, she gasps at the touch and releases me immediately, eyes wide. "Jessa, you're burning up."

I can hardly process her words when there’s a huge crash behind me, and I look back in time to see Caleb clamoring to his feet after clearly being thrown on the table they’d been eating at. The table is now dumped sideways, food and drinks scattered across the floor in a huge mess. Sean steps in front of Caleb’s staggering form, chest puffed.

Alessandro doesn’t back down, taking a defensive position as he sizes up his next opponent. He might be tougher than my old pack thought initially, but three against one is bad odds in my book, and my mind is full of screaming alarm bells as the familiar scorch of my approaching heat makes my skin burn hotter, making me sweat.

Fuck.This is bad.

This is really, really bad.

“Come on, then,” Alessandro taunts. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Sean stops short, a bellowing growl tearing from his mouth, and I stifle a scream as he lurches forward.

thirty-four

ALESSANDRO

These stupid pricks are going to pay in blood and broken bones.

They’re going to pay for challenging me and disrupting my restaurant, but most of all they’re going to pay for all the pain they inflicted on Jessa.

You stole our omega.The pack leader’s words echo in my mind as I dodge the dark-haired one’s punch and land in a fighting stance. It fuels the anger rushing through me, making my muscles coil as I get ready to spring into action again.

Jessa is an omega.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it coming, but suddenly everything makes sense. Her desperation to prove herself, her distance, how well she takes my knot. Of course she’s a goddamn omega, and I feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner.

More than feeling like an idiot, I feel betrayed, like she’s toyed with me by lying to me all this time. It should hurt. I should be upset, but I’m not. Not nearly as much as I should be. There’s a singular thought resounding in my mind with more clarity than anything else drowns everything else.

Jessa ismyomega.

She might not bear my mark, and I might not have stolen her from a pack like these buffoons claim, but she’s fucking mine and I’ll do anything to protect her.

Including rearranging this mother fucker’s face.

The alpha I’m facing swings again and I slip just out of reach, countering with a kick straight to his shin. He howls from the pain and staggers, and I take the opportunity to grab his arm, spin, and throw him straight over my shoulder.

I expect him to smack the stone floor, but his leg clips a table, knocking it over. Luckily there’s no one sitting there–everyone has backed away to give us room–but plates clatter to the floor and break, sending pieces flying everywhere.

Before I can celebrate too much, a thick arm wraps around my neck and wrenches backward, attempting to choke me. My feet slip, but I’m able to catch myself, and I drive my elbow back into the guy’s torso.

He squeezes his arm around my neck tighter and I elbow him again, driving the point of my elbow into his ribs so hard I hear him curse. His hold loosens just enough that I’m able to slip out, but as I whirl around to face him head on, the pack leader swoops in from the side and kicks me in the stomach.

I’m completely caught off guard, the air sucked out of my lungs in an instant, but I manage to stay on my feet. I know I can’t take them all at once, and while I should go for the pack leader because he’s the one in charge, I decide to take out the brick wall of a body guard that tried to choke me out.

At least, with him out of the way, the fight will be a little more fair.

With a roar, I lunge for the big one, which clearly takes him by surprise and we tumble to the ground in a clash of fists and flailing limbs. The rest of the room dissolves into a swirl of muffled noise and color, but I can almost hear someone screaming as I unleash the pent up rage tearing through me.

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