Page 30 of Rocked By the Alpha
“Want me to flick through the heat matching app for you and find you some hot Alpha?”
“No!” Ruby says, nudging Tanya back. “You always choose me theseridiculouslyhot guys—”
“You have a problem with that?”
“Yes! Remember that one who only wanted to fuck me in front of a mirror, just so he could gaze at his own reflection the whole time? It was so freaking weird!”
Natasha walks around to the coffee pot and helps herself to a cup. “Ruby doesn’t like pretty boys, Tanya. She’s always had a weakness for bad boys.” She stalks up to Ruby and growls in her ear. “But perhaps you’re better off steering clear of that app, Ruby. Our faces are everywhere. People are going to know who you are. You don’t want some jerk taking a photo of you or making a sex tape on the sly. I know you like your taste of danger but it’s not worth the risk.”
“Wouldn’t a sex tape or leaked nudes be more free publicity?” Ruby says flatly.
“You forget, I’ve heard you making out with dudes when we lived together. I can only imagine what kind of mess it looks like. You don’t want that shit all over the internet.”
“I look fucking amazing in bed,” Ruby says, jabbing a finger at one of the photos of her.
Nat giggles, wrapping Ruby in a hug, and putting on a whiney voice, “Oh Alpha please take me, knot me please, bite me.”
“Fuck you!” Ruby says, though she can’t help laughing as she pushes Nat away.
Tanya pinches Ruby’s shoulder. “Ignore her. She’s just jealous because half the world is talking about you and that dress and not her finger stunt last night.
Nat walks to the sofa and flops down. “You have to admit, it was a genius move.”
Tanya ignores her. “But, Nat has a point, Ruby. You should be careful.”
Ruby sighs. “I guess you are right. Perhaps I’ll contact one of the Alphas I’ve been with a couple of times before.” There is only one Alpha she wants to be with. “Or just, you know, go it alone.”
“You’ve always said that sucks,” Natasha says, plonking her coffee cup down on the floor.
“It does, but you know it’s bearable. Don’t worry, sweethearts. I’ll sort something.”
“Are you sure you don’t want Ryan to sort something out? I hear there are these high-class Alpha escorts you can hire.”
“No, seriously. I’d rather sort it out myself.” She peers out at her friends. “It’s an Omega thing.”
Her friends nod like that is a reasonable explanation. She stretches and scratches at the gland on the back of her neck. Her pre-heat symptoms are certainly stronger than usual. Her temperature is creeping up and her skin already feels uncomfortable, like it’s too tight.
Tanya and Natasha start to assess the other outfits from last night but Ruby ums and ahs her way through the conversation. Her mind flipping back to last night. Can she actually get away with spending a heat with West and her friends not finding out? Last night was a huge risk. One she only just got away with. But having him at her place for three or more days. Can that work?
She rolls her neck, the itch in her gland growing as she thinks about the Alpha. When she’s with him, it’s so easy to forget about everything else — about Natasha freaking out, about the grilling she’ll receive from her mom, about the fact that he’s very good at playing the game. When she’s with him, she’s too high on his company and the danger to think straight.
But the thing with players like him, they’ve perfected the act, honed their skills. A player likes to play and she’s not interested in being someone’s toy. She’s got her own career to worry about.
It’s a risk. The whole thing is one gigantic risk. But it’s one she’s willing to take.
Chapter 11
He’s early, ridiculously early. He’ll win no prizes turning up when she’s probably still preparing her nest and doing whatever else Omegas do before a heat. He can picture it. Her face flushed, her skin shining with sweat as she fusses over the arrangement of pillows and blankets, her scent curling sweeter and sweeter.
Fuck, he wants to screech to a halt right outside her door and bowl his way inside.
But he forces himself not to. Driving around the block instead, until he’s utterly bored with the same view of clean sidewalk and neat houses.
Her house isn’t big, but the fact she can afford to pay for her own place shows she’s certainly doing alright for herself.
Images of the band pop up more and more frequently when he’s out — advertising lipstick at the drugstore and on the front of magazines at the supermarket.
It’s nothing compared to the last few days though. Since winning that award three days ago and giving them the finger on stage, the faces ofSweet Desirehave been everywhere. How long until she puts this place on the market and moves somewhere bigger, more glamorous? Perhaps his neighbourhood.
