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People come and go. Life circumstances change.
Stop seeing yourself as a knight in shining armor, Arch. Stick to your pack and to your work, and don’t overcomplicate your life.
But when you are privileged, shouldn’t you look out for those who aren’t?
Anyway, looks like I need to find another cage dancer. We have this event in the after-hours, booked by a pack about to go official and wanting a raucous party to celebrate.
Beats me why some people feel they need to do something they consider “crazy” before they knot one another. A very literal tying of the knot. If I could make my pack official, register it for real, I couldn’t care less about partying with strangers. I’d gather my pack at home and cook up a delicious dinner, then I’d make love to them all night long.
Or I’d take them on a vacation to some exotic place.
Spend time with them.
But that’s not happening yet. Not without an omega, a requirement by law, and so far no omega has struck our collective fancy. We just don’t need another member in our pack. We’re fine.
I sigh. Run my hands through my hair. I need to check my list, see who can take Luna’s spot. Maybe Jasper?
Sometimes we have alpha groups asking to see betas or omegas dance. Sometimes they’ll request a striptease. We’re not a sex club, but we have a license for such events, as long as it ends there and everyone goes home afterward. No lap dances. No sex.
It’s a fucking pain in the ass, setting those limits and making sure they are observed.
I don’t love this job, if we’re being honest. I hate running after customers, making sure they keep their hands to themselves, and making sure our dancers are safe. But my men both work here, so the place sure has its perks.
Like now, when I walk out of the office, frustrated after having called three of the dancers on our list and not finding one to replace Lune. Then I see Kyrian from across the bar. His gaze meets mine across the room, despite the loud crowd and strobing lights. As if he’s been waiting for me to come out.
His face lights up, and the concerns and stress fall off my shoulders.
That’s my mate. He gets me. Worries about me. He knows when I’m feeling down, and when he sets off to meet me, shoving his way through the crowd, I’m not surprised.
It’s like a link between us, an invisible string.
It tugs. Hurts so fucking good.
He’s in front of me in no time, grabbing me in his arms. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” I rumble. “Just work stress.”
“Tell me how to help.”
“I need to find a dancer for tonight.”
“I’ll help,” he says, so simply, because that’s how he is, and I pull him in for a kiss.
His mouth is hard and demanding on mine, the hand he slides up to my neck bruising. He’s kind, and thoughtful, but he’s a beast in bed. Kyrian is so damn sexy.
And then Roman joins us, throwing his arms around us, and fuck, all I want is to close shop and drag them home, fuck them against the headboard and make them scream my name. I’m the top alpha, and my job is to serve them. Pleasure them. Take care of them.
And on occasion use them for my own pleasure, show them who is their top. They love it. We understand each other.
We’re great and don’t need anyone else. I see large packs around me, but we’re fine just the three of us. Spending our time off work at home, cooking and fucking, playing videogames and watching TV, or driving to the countryside to camp and grill and fish.
It’s cool.
I love it.
But then Roman frowns. “Hey… why is that cute guy staring at us? Do you know him?”
Kyrian turns and grunts. “Fuck…”
