Chapter 9
Peter watched with a sinking feeling in his gut as the young alpha ran away. He’d completely misread the situation.
“What the fuck was that?” he growled at Aiden. His friend just gave him a look, and Peter turned his face away, feeling ashamed.
He couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t known that the young alpha—Chad—was uncomfortable. It had been clear in the way he held himself and the way he’d kept looking around the room for an escape.
Peter liked seducing alphas—liked making them squirm and wonder why an alpha was making their knot throb—but Chad hadn’t been seduced in the slightest. He’d just been cornered.
“Oh, come on! We didn’t do anything wrong,” Aiden said, lifting his bottle up high and draining it. “It’s not like we were gonna take him out back and rape him. We were just having some fun.”
Peter bristled. Sometimes Aiden could be a real jerk.
“We were assholes,” he said. “Fucking grade-A douchebags.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Aiden smirked.
Peter rolled his eyes. When Aiden had a few beers in him and got into this mood, he was impossible to deal with.
“I’m gonna head home,” Peter said. He’d been in the mood to find himself someone hot and willing to pound into the mattress, but now he wasn’t feeling it.
“Seriously?” Aiden looked pissed.
“Yeah. I’ll see you this weekend. Thanks for coming out tonight, even if you were an asshole.”
“Sometimes you can be such a sanctimonious prick,” Aiden said with no heat, putting his empty bottle down on the bar.
Peter didn’t answer. He clapped Aiden on the back and headed out, noting with a twinge of guilt that the bar was notably less crowded than it had been a few minutes ago.
No one wanted to be caught in the middle of an alpha fight.
Zipping up his coat and hailing a cab, Peter made his way back to his empty apartment. Alone and with guilt twisting in his stomach was not how Peter had expected his night to end.