Page 7 of Rocked By the Alpha
He begins to trudge up the wet metal stairs, and Kim follows behind.
“You want to know what I was up to?”
“Is it going to involve me mopping up after you?”
“Nope.”
“Then no. But you know wandering off into a festival full of people high on God knows what was a really dick move.” She pulls down her umbrella as they reach the plane door, shaking it in West’s direction so that he’s showered with cold water. “Next time, do me a fucking favor and let me know you’re alive.”
“I promise to be a good boy next time.” He grins at her and she pushes him through into the plane.
Hunter, the band’s bassist, is pacing the aisle but freezes when he hears them enter and spins around, marching straight towards West and jabbing him in the chest with his palm.
“I’m going to be late for my fucking acupuncture appointment.”
West shrugs and pushes past him. “I sincerely apologise, but I was getting laid.”
“We figured that much out,” Trey, their drummer, mutters from one of the seats. “Some dude reckons you left the festival with Ruby Bloom!” His friend chuckles in a way that suggests the notion is preposterous, and West manages a grin and a shake of his head. But his blood runs cold. Someone saw them?
“As if,” West mutters. He slides into the seat opposite Trey and rests his head back against the seat. “It was just some girl.” He says it as casually as he can, glancing at Trey to see if he buys his answer.
Hunter stops by his seat. “Why the fuck did you ditch Matt? You know you had the whole security team looking for your sorry ass?”
“Jeez, I didn’t know me getting laid was such a big deal to the rest of you.” He folds his arms across his chest and closes his eyes. “Besides, if I’d been kidnapped, they would’ve sent you a ransom note.”
“Dickhead,” Hunter mutters, dropping into the seat next to Trey. “Hope she was worth all the overtime we’re gonna have to pay those dudes.”
“I already spoke to Matt. He’s cool about it.” He sighs. “Anyway, you know what it’s like, kinda kills the magic when you’ve got two six foot walking-fridges watching you try to charm a girl into bed.”
“Please don’t tell me you screwed some girl in a tent?” Kim says as she sinks into the seat next to him. “Because there will be phone footage somewhere that I’ll have to be the one to deal with.”
“Like I said, Kim, you really want the details?”
Kim gives him a hard look. “No.”
“Smells like she was an Omega,” Trey says.
Damn it. He thought he’d scrubbed every hint of the Omega’s scent from his skin. But obviously, he wasn’t thorough enough.
West watches as the noses of his friends twitch. He gives them the finger and peers around the plane.
“Where’s Ash and Layla?” he says, deliberately changing the subject.
“They’re staying a few more days. Layla’s gone into heat.”
“Lucky fucking bastard.” He glares at Kim. “Did you give Ash this same grilling?”
“No, because he actually told me where and what he was doing.”
“You really do have a fascination with our sex lives, Kim.”
“Only when they interfere with my job.”
“So who was this girl, then?” Trey asks. They rarely meet Omegas and he’s not surprised his friends want to know the details. But he’s not going to divulge them. No matter how much they pester him. Some things are better when they’re private. Secret even. Isn’t that half the appeal of being with this woman? The danger of getting caught. That and the thrill of the chase.
He looks towards the oval window, rain drops trailing down the outside glass and blurring the view. Is Ruby getting the same interrogation from her band? And did someone really spot them leaving together?
“No one,” he tells his friends, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.
