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Yeah, don’t I wish.
Fuming, I make it back to the bar. Thankfully, Ronin has already left, or I might give into temptation and let him go pick a fight with this alpha.
Archer.
I busy my hands with a stack of dirty cups and saucers so I won’t give into temptation and go throttle the man myself. I’m not a cuddly teddy bear just because I’m an omega. He may be able to bench press a Mini Cooper, but I can throw coffee into his face and all over his expensive suit. I can also throw a book at his head. I have good aim.
Alphas, this is a serious announcement: Beware café owners and book lovers. Who said books and coffee don’t have practical applications in real life?
8
SAWYER
Going ballistic over over-entitled alphas one barely even knows can’t be good for one’s health.
I ponder that as I blow my nose and wipe at my itching eyes. Then again, this happens every spring. It just hits me as a surprise every time.
Many things do, some people’s apparent entitlement included.
Having my maddening alpha brother sniffing around my apartment isn’t doing me any favors, either.
“Eric, put that down now! Don’t touch my stuff.”
Shooting me a guilty look, he puts down the box where I keep my favorite bookmarks.
A good thing he hasn’t located another box where I keep some… pleasure items. I have that one hidden inside my bedroom, but with the way Eric goes sniffing around my place, it’s only a matter of time before he discovers it.
“You shouldn’t be living alone,” he says, shaking his head, as if that’s self-evident.
That argument again. “Why not? I like my peace and quiet.”
“What if you need something? Urgently?”
“Then I’ll climb down the stairs and ask one of my tenants for help.”
“What if you can’t go down the stairs?” he asks stubbornly. “Uncle Morgan shouldn’t have left you this building.”
“He left you his farm.”
Eric shrugs and sinks into my couch. “You’re not into animals.”
Only animalistic, burly alphas, I think, then blink. Wait a minute. Where did that thought come from? No, I’m not into that. Nope.
“I have a cat,” I say.
“That’s a recent development.”
“Your point being?”
And yeah, as you might have guessed by now, we’re loaded as a family. If only that helped my family relax, knowing I don’t need a pack to take care of me… but no. They still push like hell for me to find a pack of good standing and move in with them ASAP.
“You should come live with me,” Eric says, still hot on his topic. “Or our parents.”
“Hell, no,” I gasp. “Are you crazy? How many times do I have to say no?”
I know Eric means well. Always has, since we were children and I was a sickly child. I kept coming down with fevers, and Eric was appointed my custodian and nurse by our parents. It’s not really his fault he’s turned out to be overprotective of me, but man, I’m an adult now.
“You should consider our parents’ proposal, then,” he changes tack smoothly.
