“How’s it going? Glad to see you. Here to cheer me on,” he grins, flexing his muscles.
“Of course, why else would I be here?” I laugh, eyes glancing over his shoulder to see Brooks watching. He’s glowering, jaw tight.
Nerves plague my stomach, but I don’t back away. Bringing my attention back to Jamie, we talk a little bit.
“What the hell, man?” Jamie grunts as his body gets knocked to the side.
My heart stops when Brooks grabs my face, this murderous look in his eyes. For a moment I think he’s going to yell at me, but then I’m moaning, his lips pressed against mine.
Brooks kisses me hot and dirty in front of the whole stadium, my lips parting to let his tongue slip inside.
Hoots and cheers break out around us and my cheeks heat.
“W-what was that for?” I ask, dazed, head spinning and lips tingling. Oh, and my cock is stiff as stone. Fucking great.
“Just a little reminder of who you fucking belong to, Camden,” he rumbles, eyes flicking over to Jamie before he turns around, jogging back over to some of his team.
“So, you belong to them now, huh?” he asks, an amused look on his face.
“No.” I grumble, but the word feels like a lie on my tongue. “I don’t belong to anyone. They’re just crazy.”
“You sure as hell don’t seem like you're fighting it,” he chuckles.
My gaze shifts towards Brooks. He’s throwing a ball back and forth with a guy, but his attention is on me.
The look in his eyes has my stomach in knots. They’re possessive, screaming at me that I belong to them. I’m theirs.
And I don’t hate it. No, if anything I love it. Fucking crave it.
I’m totally screwed.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
HENLEY
Camden doesn’t know it yet, but since he has the night off, I’m taking him on a date. He was supposed to start back tonight, but I still think it’s too soon.
If he needs money, I’ll take care of it discreetly. That’s what a pack does, they take care of their omega. He’ll need to learn to accept that.
Maybe I can convince him not to go back to work. If I’m honest with myself, I hate that I’m the reason he’s working at Club Frenzy at all. However, I do understand that there’s no way that I could have known someone would have forced themselves on him.
Our club has very strict rules, and Bradley Richerson knew them. At least River and Brooks made an example of him, despite having to call in a clean up crew.
No one touches Camden unless it’s us. I don’t even like that he has friends. Jamie is flirtatious and touches him too much, and I can tell Brooks hates it as much as I do. I’m not going to put a stop to it because one day soon, I have a feeling that Brooks will snap and claim our little omega.
My Alphas are on the edge, wanting a taste of Camden, while not understanding their own instincts. A part of them has to know that our beta is actually an omega. I am playing a dangerous game as I omit crucial information about Cam, but the truth is that he’s not ready to deal with the possessiveness that would come with it.
At least, not yet.
Stalking down the hallway of his dorms, I knock on the door, knowing full well that he’s home. I’ve been watching his tracker at all times, stalking the cameras, and I have to say that it’s the best thing I’ve ever done for my sanity. I know at all times where he’s at.
Camden opens the door in a pair of sweatpants and little else, his brow raised in confusion.
“Is this about work? Jason called me and told me to take another week off, Lee,” he explains before I’m pushing my way into his room.
“Why are you dressed like this?” I ask. “Why wouldn’t you put a shirt on at least?”
I shut the door behind me with my foot, eyes burning with lust and jealousy.
