Chapter 15 #3
“The club is my responsibility,” he reminded, but Shiloh waved him off.
“The underboss of the Eumia can’t have a weak omega as a mate.
This is the perfect opportunity to publicly establish myself.
” Time to show the world what a badass he really was.
So far, he’d dealt with mafia business, things that weren’t open to the public, but here?
He’d noticed a couple students who attended the same university.
If he proved his capabilities now, word would spread, and there’d be less worry that one of their enemies might one day try to use him to hurt Sarang.
Only he got to do that.
“Problem?” Shiloh stepped up to the two troublemakers, holding out a hand to stop the guards from getting involved.
“This fucker is refusing me service!” the aggressive alpha, who was wasted, flung a finger at their employee, stabbing him with the digit in the center of the chest. He was dressed in a three-piece forest green suit, and had probably just come from a business meeting that hadn’t gone well.
Trying to drown his sorrows in booze and a warm body.
“I’ve explained to him that I don’t work the private rooms, Prince,” the employee, Orbit, said. He was one of their few alpha hosts who didn’t mind entertaining other alphas, but he was strictly a host, and never slept with any clients, no matter their first or secondary genders.
Kian had rescued him from the breeding dens, but when Orbit had returned home, he’d been rejected by his family.
With nowhere else to turn, he’d sought the Eumia out for help.
He was one of two dozen residents of the club, living in the apartments on the fourth level.
Rent came out of his paycheck every month, and he was provided expensive clothing in lieu of a traditional uniform, health care, and food which was stocked in the common area kitchen.
Basically, the man had a lot to lose, and costing the club an expensive client was certainly one way to risk his job.
But Shiloh would never fault someone for sticking to their boundaries.
He was well aware that he was a hypocrite in this matter—that he was currently in the process of forcing Sarang to commit to a lifetime of fucking him and only him, even if that wasn’t what the alpha wanted—but this was a perfect case of how giving advice was easier than taking it.
This alpha planned on forcing Orbit, using him, and discarding him.
Like trash.
Sarang wasn’t garbage, he was the cleanest thing in Shiloh’s life. The most important. Once they got past this hurdle, Shiloh vowed to cherish him the way he deserved to be. His alpha would want for nothing. Would fear nothing.
He certainly wouldn’t be left on his own to pick up the pieces the way Orbit would be if he was made to bed the shit-stain of an alpha who was trying to bully him into dropping his pants.
“Prince?” the business-man alpha eyed Shiloh up and down, some clarity entering his wild gaze for a few seconds before he succumbed to inebriation again.
“You aren’t Imperial. Is that your stage name?
You play a prince? I wanted it rough, but fine, I can change my mind.
” He grabbed onto Shiloh’s wrist. “Do you break easily, Prince?”
“Hey!” Orbit stepped forward, coming to his defense, but Shiloh stopped him with the same signal he used to keep the guards at bay.
“You’re going to want to let go,” he told the alpha in an even tone. “And then I’m going to have to ask you to vacate the premises. Unfortunately, you’ve broken several of our rules and overstayed your welcome.”
The alpha snorted. “Who are you to kick me out, huh? You’re nothing but a whore!
” He tapped on his multi-slate screen and then thrust his arm out to Shiloh, offering the device.
“Here. Bet you’ve never seen so many zeros in your life, isn’t that right?
I’m paying to have you on your knees, so be a good little bitch and—”
Shiloh struck, unwilling to hear any more. His foot connected with the man’s right shin, and when he doubled over from the pain, Shiloh’s knee shot up, knocking against the underside of his chin hard enough to whip his head back.
Not wanting to give him time to recover—mostly because he was annoyed by the sound of the guy’s voice—Shiloh delivered a roundhouse kick.
The alpha’s head whacked loudly against the wall, and he slid down in a daze.
Shiloh took a single step forward and crouched in front of him.
“You asked who I am?” He made sure his voice lifted, loud enough for the crowd to overhear.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Shiloh Sobu.
I like long walks on the beach during thunderstorms, kittens, and fucking people up.
Oh.” Shiloh grinned. “And some people know me as the Prince of the Eumia. But if that isn’t enough to scare you, my alpha is the underboss.
Should I introduce you? I’m sure he’d love to meet the man who just tried to get me on my knees. ”
The shit-stain went pale.
And then threw up all over Shiloh’s shoes.