Page 76 of Their Knotty Pack
"Fuck off, Grayson," Bethany snaps, coming out of her stasis. "If you want to have a meal, a hostess will seat you." I'm immediately surprised by her reaction. I've never seen this level of venom with her, not even when she was fighting with Kieran.
"Hopefully over the edge of a cliff," Miles mutters, making Damien snort.
"You haven't been answering our calls, mouse," one of the other alphas croon, and my fists grip the white and red checkered tablecloth in a white knuckled grip. They don't pay me any mind though, approaching our table as if they have a right to.
Whoever these asswipes are, they've beencallingher? Then it hits me, where I know these alphas from.
These are the alphas from Bethany's Instagram. Her old pack.
Words from the day that I met them outside the heat clinic flash into my mind. Bethany saying that "Pack Douche Canoe" was harassing her friend Lanie. At the time, I had just thought it was friend drama, but…are they one in the same?
"Don't call me that," Bethany's hands start to shake, and I recognize the signs of an adrenaline surge. "I've always hated that name."
"Oh, don't be that way, Bethany," the one who called her 'mouse' says, "And what the hell are you doing with a pack when you two turned us down?"
"Unfortunately for you," Damien drawls, staring down the alpha, "we've graduated past elementary school antics, and just because you called 'dibs' on the omegas does not make them obligated to go anywhere or do anything with you."
"You know, human beings and basic human rights and all that," Miles adds, taking a sip of his drink.
They only sneer as my hands tighten into fists.
Self control.
Self control.
"Did you give any thought to our offer?" The only alpha who hasn't spoken yet asks, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Her face pales, and Miles' head whips towards her.
She didn't tell him either?
Kieran lets a growl out, but the other alphas don't react to the obvious "back off".
"That wasn't an offer, you pretentious prick, it was a joke. Regardless, you and your 'offer' can go…how did Miles put it? Go fuck yourselves with a long, prickly cactus."
"You want to stay withtheseguys?" The third one sneers, and then his eyes land on Brody before widening in recognition. "Brody fucking Benson! What the fuck, man? We've been trying to get a hold of you."
Brody's mouth is set in a hard line. "I'm aware, and I'm inclined to agree with my omegas about what you can do withallyour offers and a cactus."
"Come on, man, don’t be like that." The guys' words echo what he said to Bethany. "You get where we're coming from right? Do you realize how much money we're losing out on because all those omegas are going to you for free services now?"
"Ido now, and good riddance." Brody says angrily, standing from his chair. "I'm not the same alpha you four used to know in school, so back off. No matter how much money you offer me, I'm not shutting down my doors. I'm doing important work, and—"
"Oh, man. I almost fell asleep there for a second." One of them laughs, faking a snore before elbowing their packmate.
Bethany's face screws up in rage. "How dare you speak to him like that—"
"You need an omega to fight your battles for you now?" I don't even care who's talking at this point, all I know is these alphas are mistreating my pack.
Self control.
"Please know that I use this term very loosely when I say, Gentlemen," I stand, looking at the four intruders and walk to the other side of the table, my arms crossed, "we are trying to enjoy a meal, so if you could please—"
"And who the fuck are you?" One of them sneers, not the least intimidated by my size, and I sigh, pulling my badge out of my pocket.
"Detective Hunter Song, SCPD. Please know that we will be filing a restraining order against you, for both Bethany and Brody, and Pack Song as a whole."
Gods, it's satisfying, seeing their eyes go all wide like that. "I…whatever. We were just leaving." One of them shrugs. "Besides, we don't need desperate bitches who shack up with the first pack they have a heat with anyway."
