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It was a normal, typical day of bodyguard training.
“Adrian, if I have to hear you complain one more time...I swear to god,” I said out loud, trying to aim at the head of the dummy standing on a pole fifty yards away. “I will turn this gun around and shoot you instead.”
“Fuck you,” mumbled Adrian under his breath.
My pack and I knew that Adrian was nearing the end of his rope at the guard camp. He was the youngest and the most impatient of the group. Even though his family forced him to be here, he wasn’t into being a bodyguard. It came naturally to some people, like Ethan, who couldn’t wait to shoot the target next - a rifle strapped to his shoulder. He was sitting on the bench along with Lucas and Cooper, the two deltas in my pack.
Ethan, Adrian, and I were alpha wolves.
The other packs were also practicing in the field, and sometimes, I wished I could swap out Adrian with someone who actually liked this job.
I adjusted my goggles and ear protection, feeling a sense of excitement and focus. This was my time to practice and refine my skills. I felt the weight of the pistol in my hand, the cold metal reassuring against my skin. The gun’s grip was familiar, molded to fit my hand perfectly. My heart rate slowed as I focused on the target, my surroundings fading away until it was just me and the bullseye.
The round struck the target with a satisfying thud, blowing off the dummy’s head.
“Fuck yes,” I said. Normally, it would take me two tries, and Ethan would beat me on his first try. But not today. I turned to Ethan with a grin. “Your turn, big guy.”
Ethan chuckled, a low rumble in his throat, and his short red beard bobbed.
“You got lucky,” said Ethan. “Watch me get closer to the mark there.”
But before he could show off his skills and one-up me, our boss, Mark, approached us.
“Uh uh, looks like he has a project for us,” said Lucas, who was cleaning his weapon with a rag.
“Goddamn, finally,” said Adrian. “We haven’t had a client in ages.”
Holding my smoking pistol against my side, I watched as Mark approached me with a grim expression. He was a thin beta businessman, always dressed in his everyday navy blue suit. He ran the day-to-day operation of the pack guards.
“Ryder,” he greeted, shaking my hand tightly.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I have a job for you and your pack,” he said. “High-profile singer Lacy gave us a call a few minutes ago. She wants the best guards I have available, and I believe your pack will fit the job.”
“Shit, I don’t know about us being the best,” I said.
“She’s an omega,” said Mark, and I immediately shook my head.
“I think I’ll pass on this assignment.”
I didn’t want to guard a stuck-up little singer and wondered how I’d get out of it. Any other job was better. I’d rather stand guard at an empty lot for the Royal Pack, which was a much better job. At least then, I wouldn't have to suck up to a young omega with her nose in the air.
And an omega was temptation itself.
“You’re the best pack, and you know it,” said Mark.
“Wait, Lacy?!” asked Adrian with a shocked look.
“Yes,theLacy,” said Mark. “I need you guys to head over to her house pronto. She believes someone may have broken in.”
“Fuck yes,” breathed Adrian, brushing his long black hair away from his eyes. “I’d guard her all day long.”
“Then it’s decided,” said Mark, to my dismay. I didn’t have a fucking choice when he made up his mind.
“Listen,” said Mark, clapping me on the shoulder. “She was willing to pay any price. You’ll be paid handsomely.”
“Least that’s something,” I muttered.
