Chapter 28 #2
I was done with all of it, so I stood up and stalked away from the table without a word or backward glance. I tensed briefly when I sensed a big body following me, but I realized almost instantly it was Ben.
I led us over to the bar, which had been cleared of the clusters of partygoers. They were all either still eating or had migrated over to the dance floor, where the DJ had turned up the party.
"Tequila shots. Two please," I motioned to the bartender.
"Did the Alpha have more to say beyond the bullshit he was spewing to the rest of the table?" Ben asked, grabbing the shot glass that was set in front of him and clinking it against mine.
I knocked back the tequila and let the burn in my throat drown out my frustration and anxiety for about five seconds.
"Yeah. The same stuff, Ben. I belong to Knox, I need to behave, I’d better prepare myself to be a perfect proper Alpha Mate, he’ll lock me in the dungeon, etc. He even threatened Blake this time."
"Oh, fuck."
"Yeah, but at least he called him a human, so it sounds like Ice Man really didn’t squeal to daddy about his extra abilities."
I sighed, leaning back against the bar top, watching the dance floor steadily filling up.
"We need to break this bond, Ben. Not that I wouldn’t still be the obvious pick for Alpha Mate even without the bond, but Knox thinks his dad wouldn’t care so much, especially while we’re this young, if it weren’t for the fated mating. "
"It’ll happen, Magic," he said, throwing an arm around me and giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I trust our boy. He’ll get it done."
My heart rate spiked for a second as I thought about Blake and his trip to the coven. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but maybe they would find something there.
The bartender had placed two tequila mixed drinks next to us without us having to ask for them like some kind of mind reader. I whipped my phone out to Venmo a tip per the posted instructions next to the bar.
We leaned against the lip of the bar top in comfortable silence, observing the dance floor and the party around us for a long while.
Normally Ben and I would’ve been tearing it up out there with everyone else, but neither of us was in the mood to celebrate at this party we’d been forced to attend by Ice Man’s piece of shit dad.
Ben narrowed his eyes in the direction of Nerd Porn, who had a girl I didn’t recognize trying to drag him out onto the dance floor.
Man Bun was nearby sandwiched between two different pack girls, each of whom was seizing the opportunity to cop generous feels of his body while they swayed to the music.
I even started feeling the faint hints of the lust and nausea combo creep into the pit of my stomach, so Knox was probably somewhere out there putting his hands up a skirt.
"Want to get some air?" I asked, feeling like we could use a break. "Maybe there’s a back door we can sneak out of."
"Yeah," Ben replied, tearing his eyes away from the dancers. "Let’s do it."
We followed a waiter who had just cleared some dishes from one of the tables.
He lead us to a doorway at the back of the ballroom.
He turned quickly through some swinging doors to the left, leading to the noisy, bustling kitchen.
But there was a long, spacious hallway beyond that, so Ben and I continued on.
We found large, gleaming bathrooms just beyond the kitchen, as well as a long row of what looked like smaller meeting spaces and conference rooms.
"Ohh yes, baby, just like that!"
We both stopped in our tracks. Our wolf hearing picked up the muffled sounds of moaning and sex coming from behind one of the conference room doors to our right.
Oh, I wonder….
I motioned to Ben, then I tested the door handle, finding it unlocked.
Idiots.
"Get your phone out," I whispered to him. If this was who I thought it was, I was going to get some video evidence to shove in everyone’s face if the need arose.
Public image, my ass.
I eased the door open as quietly as possible, hoping the room’s occupants would be too distracted by their raucous lovemaking to notice us right away.
Sure enough, through the crack in the door we could easily make out Ice Man, suit still in place but pants having drifted down past his hips, who was hammering away between the thighs of none other than Madison—OG Tits and Alphawhore Supreme.
She was bent over the conference room’s long table, her pink cocktail dress shoved up around her waist, and she was really selling her performance as Knox thrust madly behind her.
"Ohmigooooddd, Knox! Yes! Yes!" she cried, neither of them having noticed us peeking in yet.
Ben held his phone steady as he documented Ice Man clearly fucking away his own anger and frustration, probably with both our situation and his dad’s bullshit.
His tan, muscular ass flexed with every deep, angry thrust. He fisted her short hair and yanked her head back, murmuring something in her ear that I couldn’t make out.
"Oh yes, Alpha! I submit! You own this fucking pussy!"
I couldn’t hold it in after that. I barked out a loud laugh. Madison gasped while Knox jerked his head in our direction. He looked irritated, but what he did not do was stop slamming his dick into Tits. He just looked me in the eye while he did it.
“Oh, don’t mind us, Ice Man," I joked, keeping my eyes on his and nowhere else. "I’m sure you’d like to finish."
He eventually slowed his thrusts and groaned under his breath. He stepped back and zipped himself back up. Madison quickly pulled her dress down and hiked her panties back up her legs. She looked in our direction and flushed, but then rolled her eyes.
"You’re just interrupting us because you’re a jealous bitch, Mave," she huffed, smoothing down the front of her dress. "Sorry Knoxy doesn’t want to fuck trashy Utah Pack rejects."
"Some friend you are, Tits," I said to her. "First Claudia, now you. Does Nikka know how many of her friends have fucked her boyfriend?"
"He’s not her boyfriend right now!" she shrieked at me.
"Oh okay, sure, then I guess she totally won’t mind if I show her this video we made, then?"
"Fuck you, garbage whore!"
Their creativity always astounds me.
I just quirked an eyebrow at her, and eventually she had to huff and drop eye contact with me.
Knox had been quiet, just glaring at me with his arms crossed over his huge chest.
"Madison, leave," he snapped at her after a few seconds.
"But—"
"Go!"
She scurried off, squeezing past us and darting back down the hall.
"Enjoy the show?" he asked, looking between Ben and me.
"I mean," Ben drawled, "I’ll probably jack off to it later, mostly just looking at your very excellent ass, Monroe. I could do without the bad porno performance from your girl."
"You owe me all the money in your wallet, Ice Man," I quipped, holding out my hand.
He gave me his patented cocky smirk. "How about double or nothing, I make you come harder than you ever have in your life?"
"Ick, hard pass. I got a little glimpse of what you’re into, buddy, and me shouting ‘I submit to you, Alpha’ in bed is something you can file under Never Going to Fucking Happen Ever. I think your quest for a powerful mate is a bit misguided if you’re into that shit."
He just rolled his eyes at me as he approached the door, buttoning his suit jacket and looking put together again.
"Keep lying to yourself, Mate. I know that gave you something to think about at night when you’re alone."
Then he sauntered off down the hall.
"I’d comment on his astronomical ego, but it’s not exactly misplaced, is it?" Ben commented as we continued down the hallway in the other direction, still looking for a back exit. "He really can get away with it. The girls here just let him."
"Yeah, even after everything, the fact that I won’t open my legs for him really just confounds him," I replied. "Oh look, I see a way out."
We could see a heavy door at the end of the hall with an EXIT sign illuminated in soft red letters.
As we approached, we heard voices again, this time coming from a smaller office near the exit door.
Unlike the first time, though, these voices sounded like they were arguing rather than enjoying a dirty covert fuck.
Whoever was back there hadn’t closed the door all the way, leaving a sliver of space through which we could just make out the conversation.
"… promised you would support Nikka as Alpha Mate over that Utah gutter-pack transplant. And now you’re sitting them at the head table and tossing us aside like we haven’t been your biggest damn supporters all these years? We agreed on this!"
Naomi Parker.
"What would you have me do, Naomi? I did you and your foolish daughter a huge favor by conditioning the Fortunes’ Pack membership on them taking omega status.
You think the Fortune girl wouldn’t have turned Knox’s head if he hadn’t thought she was an omega?
He rejected his Moons-damned fated mate because of it! "
Fuck, it was Alpha Monroe.
"I know that, Alpha! But even after the fated mating, you promised me you were still pushing your son toward choosing Nikka!
And yet tonight you had that trashy girl sitting next to you in front of the entire Pack, while my family was cast off to the lower-level beta table. How could you do that to us?"
"I’m well aware of who my company was this evening," Alpha Monroe snapped.
"Because your idiot daughter got her feelings hurt by a little competition for my son’s attention, she fucked everything up.
Now the entire Pack knows that not only are the Fortunes Alpha bloodline, but that the girl is particularly powerful. "
"Alpha…."
"You should be ashamed to even stand in front of me right now, with how pathetic your daughter’s showing was against the Fortune girl,” he spit at her. “How could Knox choose her as Alpha Mate after that? It would make him look weak if he didn’t take the strongest female in the Pack."
"She wouldn’t have done it if you’d have just told us it was a lie from the beginning!" she shrieked.
"Silence!"
A faint wave of Alpha power rippled from within the room.
"I will hear no more of this from you, Naomi," he said coolly.
"Your daughter made her bed. I will not have Knox being seen as mated to any less than the most powerful female wolf in this pack.
Especially since she is his Moon-chosen mate.
Anything less is beneath the strongest Pack male and Alpha Heir. "
We could hear Naomi sniffling a little at this point, probably changing tactics to appeal to any sympathetic bone the Alpha may have had in his body, which I doubted that he did.
I also hadn’t dared move my face in view of the open crack in the door, so I couldn’t see, but Ben had the foresight to inch the camera lens of his phone just along the opening near the floor.
"Please, Kurt." Sniff. "I thought… I thought that what we had…" Sniff sniff. "… meant something."
"Naomi…."
"All these years…." Her sniffling whine had turned into more of a husky purr. "I’ve been here for you. To let you do all the things to me that she was always too… delicate for…."
"What the fuck?" Ben mouthed at me, then turning his attention back to his phone to continue watching the video as it recorded.
I just shook my head. Color me shocked that the Alpha was not only an evil maniac but a skeevy, adulterous asshole on top of it.
I heard him heave a loud frustrated sigh.
"Babe," he said, more gently than his previous tone. "You know you’re special to me and that I will always look out for your family. I will see to it that Nikka has an advantageous match for her mate. The Mississippi Pack Alpha has a son who is a few years younger than Knox, or there’s Bianca’s nephew in the East Texas satellite pack.
Even Mason Hayes would be a solid choice. "
"She won’t give up on Knox, Alpha," she replied. "But we’ll table this discussion for later. We’ll be missed if we don’t get back out there soon. Come here, love."
We heard the distinct sounds of kissing and faint moans. Luckily it didn’t escalate beyond there—I’d already seen one bare Monroe ass tonight, and I wasn’t in the mood for another.
"You head back out, Naomi. Tell Bianca that one of my enforcers called with an emergency issue earlier and that I needed to head back to Pack land to sort it out."
"Oh… okay then," she replied, sounding perkier. "Nothing serious, I hope?"
“Ah… shouldn’t be," he said, distracted, "but I’ll need to check on things anyway."
I nudged Ben with my toe and jerked my head toward the exit door. We both slunk silently away from the door of the office, then bolted through the exit into the cool night air.