Page 86 of Stuck with my Pack
I yank back my arm, trying to break free, get some space, but another hand clamps around my waist from behind. A newAlpha, taller, broader, smelling of sharp musk and arrogance, presses close, his breath hot against my ear.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. His grip tightens when I try to move. “Unclaimed, too? Now that’s a goddamn shame. No wonder your boys don’t let you out of their sight. You’re asking for trouble smelling like this.”
Laughter rumbles between them, dark and knowing, their amusement twisting my stomach.
I jerk away again, my body thrumming with unease, but Adam doesn’t let go. His packmates close in, the heat of their bodies overwhelming, their combined scents wrapping around me, cloying and sickening.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Adam croons, tucking a stray strand behind my ear like he has the right to touch me. My skin crawls. “Don’t act so scared. We’re just saying hello.”
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, voice shaking but firm.
Adam smirks, like my defiance entertains him. “There’s that bite,” he murmurs approvingly. “Always thought you’d make a good little Omega if someone taught you how to behave properly.”
A sharp breath slips from my lips.
“Hey,” says the barista, voice edged with unease, “we don’t need any trouble here. Let the lady go.” It took a lot for a Beta to stand up to Adam.
Adam barely spares him a glance. Instead, his grip tightens on my wrist, fingers pressing into my skin like a warning. “I’d keep your nose out of what doesn’t concern you,” he barks, his voice sharp, commanding. The Beta drops his head, looking uncomfortable.
The sound sends a shockwave through me, my body reacting before my mind can catch up. A cold wave of anxiety crashes over me, my muscles locking, my breath hitching. It’s instinct, pure and primal—an Omega responding to an Alpha’sdominance, even when every rational part of me is screaming to fight it.
This isn’t just posturing anymore.
This is a show of force—a power play. And I am the prize.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my expression neutral, but I can feel the weight of his pack’s stares pressing down on me. The smug amusement in their eyes, the way they watch me like they’re waiting for me to submit.
No. Just No.
I jerk against Adam’s grip, trying to pull free, but he holds firm, his smirk deepening. “There you are. That’s right, keep trying to get away. You know how much I like the chase,” he muses, his voice low, almost teasing. “I always liked that about you, Sophie. You make things...interesting.”
A fresh wave of nausea churns in my stomach at how he makes us sound like we ever had something together.
Where are Ethan, Brodie, and Tyler?
They should be back by now.
The scents of my aggressors mix together, pressing in on me, foreign and suffocating. My stomach turns, bile rising in my throat as Adam leans in like he’s going to kiss me. And the thought sends panic through every inch of me.
Adam tilts his head and inhales, drinking in my scent, his smirk widening like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Unbonded Omegas don’t stay unclaimed for long, sweetheart,” he says, voice smooth and knowing. “Someone’s bound to take what your Alphas haven’t.”
Something inside me shatters.
Fear claws at my ribs, fast and cold and unforgiving. I swallow hard, but the lump in my throat won’t budge. I hate that he sees it. That they all do.
I am vulnerable. Open. Easy prey.
The thought is a poison seeping into the cracks of my foundation, threatening to break me apart. I feel wetness in my eyes. And curse myself for letting Adam see me cry.
Then, a low, menacing growl cuts through the thick air, rattling through my bones.
The scent of home and safety crashes into the café like a storm rolling in.
Brodie. Ethan. Tyler.
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