36. Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

Beth

F inding out Rourke hurt Jack makes me feel sick to my stomach. I'm on edge as I sit there, waiting to see for myself that he's okay. I can tell Enzo never would have let him come here if he wasn't, but I'm still crazy-anxious as I wait to see him with my own eyes.

With Gio and Arrow blocking my view, standing in front of the left side of the booth, I move around to the back, inching closer to the sombre, intense Alpha to my right.

Enzo is clearly as angry at Rourke as I am.

He cares deeply for his mates.

I can see that.

As far as Alphas' go, he's one of the good ones.

That probably means Gio is, too.

The only thing that doesn't make sense is how flirty Gio and Jack have been with me.

This pack feels solid, so why would any of them be flirting with an outsider?

"Can you see?" Enzo asks.

I nod, even though I can only see part of the stage.

I'd have to get closer to him to see more, and I'm not sure about doing that.

Something about him makes me nervous.

Could be because he's an Alpha.

Or it could be that he's so damn sexy.

Maybe it's both.

Yeah, that seems pretty likely.

"There's no way you can see from there," Enzo says, after looking at the stage, and back at me.

I shrug. "It's fine."

"It's not. Come here." He reaches for my hand.

The second his skin touches mine my resistance to getting close to him falls away.

My body gets warmer and I'm suddenly very aware of my pounding heart as I slide closer.

When I'm right beside him, he keeps my hand in his, resting it on his thigh.

I chew on my lip as I try to calm my racing heart.

It's wrong to be so aroused by someone else's guy.

Yet I have zero desire to yank my hand out of his grasp.

I flashback to seeing him with Arrow bent over that desk, and I can't help wondering what it would be like to be in his Omega's place, legs parted, while he moves in behind me.

He's so big, I can't even imagine how thick his cock must be.

My pussy clenches and I try to clear my thoughts.

I seriously don't need to add breaking up a pack to my relationship history.

It doesn't matter how gorgeous these guys are, or how alone I feel.

That's one thing that isn't happening.

Okay maybe it's really three things, or four.

Either way, it's a big nope from me.

I finally remember why I moved closer to Enzo, and my gaze wanders until I find Jack on the stage. His vibrant red hair makes him easy to spot amongst his darker haired bandmates.

He's probably a bit too far away to see us, especially since the stage is well lit and we're in what must be the darkest corner in the bar.

He looks a little different, even from this far away, and it takes me a few minutes to realize his hair is styled so that it falls over his right eye instead of his left. It's a small change, I guess, but it makes me wonder how hurt he got because of my ex.

Ugh. Rourke.

I already hated to think about you, and now I have two reasons to be mad every time you pop into my thoughts.

I should get out of here. Try to lure my dumbass ex out of the shadows so I can give him a piece of my mind and make damn sure he knows he isn't welcome here.

If he's been following me, the chances are he's probably lurking around near Catherine's place, waiting for me to go back ‘home'.

I sit back in my seat instead, getting comfortable beside Enzo.

Despite kind of feeling like I'm an invader to their pack, I know I'm safe with these men.

They've been nothing but welcoming to me.

I like them, even if we can't be anything more than friends.

So, I stay, and I hope to hell Rouke has the sense to go back to his own home tonight.

As much as he deserves to be chewed up and spat out, it's the last thing I feel like doing right now. All I really want is to relax.

Leaning against Enzo's arm, I'm warm enough and comfortable enough to let my eyelids drift closed. I'm so damn tired. I've had way too many sleepless nights recently.

I just need to rest for a few …