Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 10 : What’s Mine

*Lucas*

I stood outside of Nostalgia, just outside Sasha's view. Donovan kept his arm securely around her shoulders and plied her with drinks. She was madder than a wet cat, and kept drinking, more than I was comfortable with.

But then, I'd been nearly plastered by the time I'd gone to the bar. The only reason I left home at all was because Brady, the asshole, finally hid the booze.

Donovan. If he hadn't inserted himself into our little world, I might have Sasha beneath me right now, I thought, palming her luscious breasts while exploring her sweet mouth with my tongue. Then I'd have gone lower, and lower still, until she begged for it. And being the gentleman I was, I would have given it to her, long into the night.

I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. Just as I did, I met Donovan's eyes through the paned glass.

He smirked at me and kissed Sasha's temple.

I wanted to throw him through the glass, then rip him apart with my bare hands. I wanted to f**k him up. I wanted to f**k him up bad.

I wanted to kill him.

I pictured a dozen scenarios.

Then Donovan excused himself, finally taking his hand off Sasha, and headed for the bathrooms.

I considered going back inside and just claiming what was mine; having her for those brief moments soothed my wolf and calmed my rage. But while I was still contemplating the pros and cons, Donovan himself came around the side of the building. He must have used the service exit.

“Problem?" I growled, trying not to picture his lips brushing against my sweet Sasha's temple.

Donovan folded his arms, trying to look all big and bad. But I had at least two inches and forty pounds of muscle on him, so I just flicked my eyes over him in disdain.

“Look, if you're not going to make your move," Donovan said, “you need to step off. Some of the rest of us aren't all twisted up about what we want."

My eye twitched. “'We'?"

“It's just an expression. Look, Lucas, buddy, you have to either go in there and snatch her up, or man up and let her go. I've been working on that girl going on three years now. She's just about in the bag. I don't know how you got an in with her, but it's not fair to the rest of us for you to go toying with her emotions. Makes it real hard to get her in the sack, if you know what I mean," Donovan griped.

Yeah, I really was going to kill him. “You just want to get her in the sack, is that what you're telling me right now?"

Donovan shrugged. “I mean, it's a good start. I really like this girl, and I think we'd have a lot of fun rolling around in the hay. If it goes deeper than that, you know, great. If we have some fun and go back to being friends, that's fine, too. You are way too intense, man."

“I see," I seethed.

“Look, I understand if you need to get in and out and on with your life. Scratch that itch or whatever. But after that, I'd appreciate it if you'd disappear. I've got plans for this girl—“

I grabbed Donovan by the throat. “That girl's name is Sasha, and she deserves better than an asshole like you pawing her over."

Donovan coughed, grabbing my wrist. “Dude," he choked out, “let go!"

Instead of letting go, I dragged Donovan by the throat right up into my face.

much as breathe on her, I swear by the White Queen's mercy, I will tear

managed a nod, and I let him go. “Jeez, if I knew she

going to go in there, make your excuses, and leave. and I'm going to watch you all the f*****g way, from Sasha to taxi. Do I make myself

out of his clothes and headed back the way

bastard was in a cab, cruising back to whatever

her flamboyant, but capable friend Amanda. Even if Sasha got totally sloshed, I knew

me to head that direction as well. I walked around the block to where Ian

tossed the paper in the car, understanding I wasn't in the mood for any

into the soft leather, letting the cool

stone sober and in one

still wanted Sasha

***

than I thought you'd be," Brady said when I walked in the

replied without preamble, going to the fridge and pulling out

Brady asked, turning in his

I'd never seen before. She was plump with brown bouncy curls and lips that no doubt usually carried an

just concerned. “The work-study intern?"

while I poured myself a tall glass

this is Phoebe. Phoebe, this

wearing one of Brady's robes, and came to shake my hand. “I'm so pleased to meet you.

“Clearly," I grumped.

and Brady waved her back over to

said.

take a seat just the same,

held out her hand to reveal

When did all

popped the question. She said yes. I am a very lucky bastard."

Phoebe giggled.

wrapped up in the library project, I hadn't been keeping track of Brady's

get to know each other better. Now, you don't have to say yes, because I can get my own house, but I was wondering if you'd mind if Phoebe lived here, now that

their hopeful expressions."Absolutely. I'd miss having your sorry around, and I should

cook!" Phoebe said, her

wait to

Brady speared me with a

my hand

you say it that way?" Phoebe asked. “I had a composition class with

to school with her?"

we both had to take our generals and we ended up in

class with a guy named Donovan?" I pressed, still picturing that bastard laying a kiss