Chapter 70
Chapter Seventy
~Thane~
Bree stumbles, also drunk, and Harlow grasps her wrists before she can fall onto the table. Both of them erupt in fits of giggles, along with the other girls in the booth. They must be Bree's friends because other than Bree, Harlow has none. Probably because she is a fucking liar.
I climb the few steps leading up to the booth. A furious growl tears out of me, and they all go quiet. Bree jumps in fright, and Harlow has the gall to roll her eyes at me.
"And that will be the fun police, here to drag me away!" she slurs, leaning heavily against the girl beside her. I reach out to grab her wrist, but she growls at me, jerking her arm back. I glance around at the other girls, who all stare at her with concern.
"She’s fine, Thane. I will make sure she gets home okay," Bree says. I shake my head.
"Harlow, get up!" I snap at her. She giggles, and Rhen comes up behind me.
"Bree!" he spits through gritted teeth.
My eyes run the length of Harlow. She might as well have been naked for all the coverage her clothes give her. Rhen, also noticing her lack of clothing, reaches down and grabs her wrist, pulling her out of the booth.
She smacks into his chest as she stumbles forward.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I snarl at her.
"Why do you fucking care?" she retorts.
I growl at her tone. Rhen tugs his jacket off, trying to drape it over her, but she flings it off.
"I am not leaving," she declares.
"Yes, you fucking are! I will drag you out of here kicking and fucking screaming if need be," I tell her, gripping her arm when she tries to tug her way out of Rhen's grip.
"Hey, come on, Thane. No need to be rough with her," Bree tells me, touching my arm. I shake her off and glare at her.
"Shut up, Briana! Just because Talon lets you do whatever the fuck you want doesn't mean I will put up with this sort of behavior!"
"Talon is not my Alpha. Or my mate!" Bree retorts.
"But I am hers! Now sit the fuck down and mind your own damn business. I know you talked her into this stupid shit. No way would she have come out on her own!" I yell at her when Harlow smacks my chest.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that!" she says, swaying on her feet.
I push her toward Rhen, who grabs her, moving her toward the exit. Raidon spots us, looking relieved, and he makes his way toward us. Rhen struggles with steering Harlow outside, mostly because she doesn't want to leave. As we finally reach the doors, I groan when Sarah’s scent hits me.
Rhen stops abruptly, and I almost run into his back.
"That scent!" I hear Harlow shout just as Sarah comes racing over, waving her arms excitedly.
"Fuck!" Rhen curses, just as Harlow registers that this is the same scent she has smelled on her mates for the past few days. The savage noise that leaves her has everyone around us backing up, including Sarah, who stares at her, horrified, when Harlow suddenly lunges.
I shove past Rhen, my arms locking around Harlow’s waist as her claws narrowly miss Sarah's face. Sarah shrieks, and Raidon shoves her away.
Harlow turns feral in my arms, and everyone around us scatters while I try to keep a hold of her. Sarah tucks tail and runs, just realizing why we’ve shown no interest in her advances at work.
Because we already have an Omega.
Great! This scene will be plastered all over the papers tomorrow.
Harlow claws and kicks at me as I toss her over my shoulder.
The bouncers at the doors are quick to open them, relieved they won't have to deal with an Omega fight.
Stepping outside, the fresh air blasts my face.
I can feel Raidon's anger burning behind me.
Rhen's too. Leon stands by the car, pushing off the trunk when he sees Harlow’s thrashing body over my shoulder.
"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" Harlow yells at me.
Her fists smash my back and she kicks me between the legs.
I grunt and freeze, momentarily losing my vision.
I fight the urge to choke on my damn balls, which now feel like they are in my throat.
I grip her legs tighter. But she goes stiff as a board, straightening up, and her fists smack the top of my head.
"Put me down!" she snarls, hitting me wherever she can. When that doesn't work, I adjust my grip on her, and she goes limp in my arms, slipping out of them and crashing to the ground at my feet.
"Harlow, stop it! You are causing a fucking scene," I snap at her.
"You brought your fucking whore with you!" she screams at me, tears streaking down her face in anger.
I grab her, but she turns to dead weight in my arms. "Stop it!
Or I will go back in there, drag her out, and mark her right here in front of you!
Is that what you fucking want?" I scream at her while trying to grab her.
She freezes at my words, and the hurt that smashes into me through the bond makes me want to take them back when she looks up at me.
I’m not expecting the hand she whips at me. Her claws rake across my face as she slaps me, and I can see my blood spray across her face.
"Go claim your fucking whore then!" she yells at me before getting to her feet.
Rhen glares at me. Are they seriously not going to help me with her? It angers me more that they would watch her lose her shit at me and do nothing to help. She is causing a fucking scene! This is bad for all of us.
I can feel them all glaring at me as she goes to stalk off.
I reach for her, wrapping my arm around her waist. She thrashes before tossing her head back.
It connects with my nose, and I hear the sickening crack.
Blood spurts out, forcing me to drop her.
I growl, grabbing for her again, and shoving her against the car door. Raidon growls at me. I glare at him.
"Stand down!" I snap at them when he goes to grab me, along with Rhen. He freezes under my command. They all do. Except Harlow, who continues to thrash in my grip.
"Stop!" I scream in her face. She fights it, but eventually complies as the command washes over her. She glares daggers at me. I’m about to order her into the car, when she spits in my face.
I grit my teeth. If she were a man, I would have pummeled her for that.
Instead, I growl, my grip on her tightening as I open the door and shove her in the back seat.
She kicks the door open when I try to close it, and her heel comes off when I try again.
She growls as I shut it. I wipe her spit off my face, when the door flies open and her heel smashes me in the side of my face.
"I hate you! You fucking asshole! I hope you get fucked up the ass with a pineapple, you Alphahole!
" she drunkenly screams at me, trying to get out of the car.
I grab her arms, shoving her back in. My knee is pressing between her legs as I push her further in, pinning her to the seat while my mates growl at me, wanting to pull me off her but unable to move while still under my command.
"Get off me!" she screams, thrashing and kicking.
"Keep fighting me, Harlow, and I’ll pull up that fucking, non-existing dress and spank your ass in front of everyone out here! Now stop, unless you want your bare ass across the front page of every damn newspaper by morning."
"Fuck you!" she sneers at me.
"Submit," I warn her.
"No!" she snarls, glaring at me.
"Submit!" I scream the order in her face, sick of her stupid little games. She wants to act like a damn animal? I will treat her like one! She whimpers, and tears fill her eyes as she tries to fight it, before finally submitting and bearing her neck to me.
The moment she does, I sink my canines into her neck.
She screams, the sound deafening. She will get no pleasure from my bite, just pain, to show her who is in charge.
I hear our mates’ whimpers behind me when I use our bond to knock her out.
They want to kill me as I force all my anger into the mark, making it as painful as possible.
She will think twice about crossing me now.