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Their eyes collide. The cat looks up at me.

The pieces are in place.

Let the games begin.

Chapter 41

Hide Knot Seek

GIAN

The first time I saw him, I was walking out of the pub after having a drink alone. The alpha was drunk but singing a tune that caught my attention in the way it was both familiar and not. His black T-shirt clung to his chest in an almost indecent way, he wore jeans that hugged his thighs and black boots. His hair’s a shaggy dark mess, and I can see tattoos that creep up to just under his chin.

He’s exactly the type of alpha I should be avoiding. Exactly the type I could never say no to.

And I would have avoided him, except he saw me and came striding over, smiling with this arrogant cockiness.

“Do you have a light?”

Instead of answering, I watch him slide his eyes up and down my body and sink his teeth into his bottom lip.

Such a slutty little move.

“So, do you?” he asks when I remain silent.

I turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm. I whirl, shoving him back. He swings, but I duck and pin him against the wall, letting my superior strength roll over him. His eyes widen, his nostrils flare.

Everyone fears me.

This alpha doesn’t.

I snarl, but before I can do anything, he grabs my hair, mashes our lips together, kisses me, and then breaks free, jogging away and leaving me staring after him in complete frustration.

No one had ever dared kiss me like that. I slowly lick my lips, stealing the taste of him into me. He’s a bonfire and a bit of diesel. My eyes track his movements, and unfortunately for him, my interest flares to life.

There he is, right when I was starting to wonder if he’d skipped town to hide from me. He’s chest to chest with Zaire, who looks ready to kill him.

Did I have these people checked out? Of course, they are my little brother’s pack, and I am nothing if not thorough.

I wonder if she has told them whose daughter she is yet?

With a small smile, I dismiss everyone else and glide towards the alpha who has been circling my thoughts day and night.

“We meet again.”

Harvest’s whole body stiffens, and he forces a smile that is really just a baring of teeth in pure challenge. I want to pat him like a cat and see what he does.

“GIAN! You’ve come for a visit?”

I turn, irritated beyond belief that I’m being interrupted. “My little brother is meeting his matches, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Gian,” Harvest whispers, and I whip my head towards him. His voice saying my name has hooked me, and now I want to drag him down to the sand and ravish him.

Fuck him.

Bond him.

I grab Harvest and grab him up to me so we’re chest to chest.