Page 60 of Perfectly Naïve
I hit the button and the locks pop. “You left Liv alone?”
“It’s just the coffee shop. She’s fine.” Liam holds his wallet up. “And she won’t be alone for long. Come on.”
Together, our pack strides into the little cafe, the rich smell of coffee beans hitting me first. The sight of our omega surrounded by a familiar pack of dickheads hit me a moment later.
“What the fuck?” Sawyer growls low in his throat. His fists clench at his side as he closes the distance between us and Olivia, the rest of us on his heels.
“Maybe we could be convinced to give you another chance,” I hear one of the dipshits drawl, his finger trailing down my vixen’s arm. She flinches away from him, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
“Yeah. You may be weird, but shit, I forgot how fuckable these curves are,” another member of Pack Johnson says, loud enough for other customers to glance their way.
Olivia looks mortified. Her face is red with embarrassment and her shoulders are hunched over, her arms wrapped aroundherself. Her gaze bounces around the cafe, searching for an escape. She spots me, and as relief washes over her face, my heart expands three sizes in my chest.
“Get the fuck away from our omega,” I snarl. I want to beat the shit out of these assholes, but we’re in public, and Pack Johnson has more money than anyone that stupid has a right to have. I’m not dumb enough to think we could get away with teaching them that kind of lesson.
I’d end up in jail and eventually prison for assault. There’s no way I’m leaving Liv, so as much as I want to curb stomp them, I resist.
That stupid pack turns my way. They’re all relatively tall, but they’re soft. Their cushy, privileged lives have made them weak in more ways than one, and I relish the flash of fear that darkens their faces. I’m a big guy, and it’s only right to use that to my advantage in this situation.
Shouldering through them, I tuck my vixen behind my back. When she grasps the fabric of my shirt, I reach back and skim my fingers over her hip to soothe her.
“Your omega?” one of the prissy assholes asks.
“Ours,” Sawyer growls. “And if we ever hear you disrespecting her again, I’ll tie you to a chair and have Wilder tattoo dicks on your foreheads.”
Wilder grins wickedly and does a little finger wave.
“You’re all crazy,” one of them says. “You and the freak deserve each other.”
“What did you just call my omega?” I step forward, my chest brushing against the dead-man walking.
“Hayes.” Liv’s sweet voice is quiet in my ear as she grabs my arm and stops me. “It’s okay. Please don’t hurt him. The lack of hair on his body is a strong indicator of low testosterone, which could be why his muscle mass is so abnormally deficient for an alpha. If you were to get into a fight, youcould easily put him in the hospital, and I don’t want you to go to jail.”
I bark out a laugh and turn to the dickhead who insulted my omega and loudly reiterate what she said. “You’re right, baby, he really is lacking in muscles. I bet he has a tiny dick too.”
The whole coffee shop has fallen silent, watching the drama unfolding in front of them. The small cafe fills with the sound of muffled laughter, and the alpha in question turns bright red, sputtering something incoherent before running out of the building. The rest of his pack is hot on his heels.
“Vixen.” I turn, pulling my beautiful, whip-smart omega into my arms and kiss the shit out of her. When we break apart, her pupils are blown, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Man, those guys are assholes.”
Liv beams up at me. “I’m okay. Thanks for sticking up for me.”
“Always.”
Liam chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to Liv’s forehead. “Tag’s going to replay that takedown over and over again in his mind. He’ll never live it down.”
Tag. That’s the prick's name? A little bitch name for a little bitch. Sounds about right.
“Let’s get our omega some coffee. We don’t want to be late for our date.”
“Okay, vixen, you want to stand with your feet spread.” I grip our omega’s hips and try not to get distracted by the way her scent blooms at my touch. She’s holding an axe. I need to stay focused, so no one ends up injured.
“Like this?” Liv’s feet are shoulder-width apart, her right foot slightly forward.
“That’s perfect, baby. Now, you need to grip the handle of the axe lightly, okay? If you hold it too hard, it may not release soon enough. You want your dominant hand on top, and when you lift the axe over your head, your hands should line up with the top of your head.” I take a step back, giving Liv plenty of space. “Go ahead and try.”
Slowly, and with an adorable look of concentration on her delicate face, Olivia adjusts her grip on the axe before lifting it over her head. When her shoulders are straight and aligned with the target, she peers over at us. “Like this?”
“You’ve got it, smarty-pants.” Wilder flashes our omega an encouraging grin.
