Page 34 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Shelly will love having you as a pet.”
Closing my eyes, I block out the rest of his taunting. I had hoped with the bust and her attacking me, I’d be extracted from the pack. Curtis will find me wherever I go, and there will be hell to pay when he comes.
“Some alphas should be put down,” Maddy mutters. “Don’t worry about that guy. He can’t hurt you now.”
“It’s the future I’m worried about.”
She shakes a pill bottle and hands me a water bottle. “Don’t waste your now-time worrying about the future. Besides, I’m pretty sure that guy is going to prison for a long time.”
“What do you know?”
“I can’t say,” she says, pressing her lips into a thin line and placing three pills in my palm. “Take these.”
I wash the pills down with water and watch as more people are escorted to various police vehicles. A familiar mop of black hair breaks away from a small crowd of officers, walking toward where I sit.
Asher’s eyes are guarded as he flicks his gaze over me. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I say, glancing around him. I’d much rather talk to Hayden, even if he has some ulterior motive I don’t know yet.
“Is she good to go, Mads?”
The nickname gives me pause. I look between the two of them, trying to determine if there’s something there. Maddy nods. No blushing, no lingering stare, no change in body language. When I focus on Asher, I bristle, finding his attention on me and not Maddy. He watched me watch her. The small, cocky tilt to his lips is infuriating.
“She’ll be okay. No more bar fights, Whitney.” Maddy gives me a serious look. “You got lucky this time, but you’re not indestructible.”
“Understood.” I bite the inside of my cheek and search for Hayden again.
“He asked me to take you home,” Asher says.
I hate that he knows who was on my mind. I hate being so transparent. And I hate how my heart does a little flip at the thought of being alone with him.
“Okay.”
“Per protocol, you’ll have to reach out to the Omega Council in the morning for an alternative assignment.”
At least I’m not being detained again. It’ll be nice to sleep in my bed instead of a cold jail cell. I grimace at the thought of having to see Camila again.
Maddy gives me a sympathetic smile. “I swear he doesn’t bite. You’ll be okay,” she says, misunderstanding my worry.
Asher makes a noise and turns away. “We should go, things are settling down here. Do you need anything from inside?”
I shake my head. “No.” I didn’t have anything with me. All of my stuff is back at my apartment.
“See you soon,” Maddy says, patting my arm.
“Don’t count on it.”
She snorts. “Honey, I’ve been doing this a long time. Trust me, I’ll be seeing you again. Something tells me you like trouble.”
“Trouble likes me.”
“I believe it.” She tips her head to the side. “Be good.”
I can’t help but smile. “I make no promises.”
She laughs at that and grabs her bag, shoving in some of the supplies she took out for me back inside. “I’m going to make the rounds.”
Lingering in the back of the ambulance, I watch her navigate through the swarm of cops and head inside. Asher’s attention is heavy, like the weight of the world comes with it, and I pull my shoulders back before focusing on him.
