Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 959

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.

by the White Queen's mercy, I

I let him go. “Jeez, if I knew she was

to watch you all the f*****g

dusted invisible wrinkles out of his clothes and

later, the bastard was in a cab, cruising back

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

as well. I walked around the block

said gruffly, and Ian quickly tossed the paper in the

the soft leather, letting the cool of it

sober and in one

still wanted

***

thought you'd be," Brady said when I

was at the bar," I replied without preamble, going to the fridge and pulling out the

screwdrivers?" Brady asked, turning

then that I saw behind him a shifter I'd never seen before. She was plump with brown bouncy curls and lips that no

work-study

while I poured myself a tall glass

is Phoebe. Phoebe,

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

“Clearly," I grumped.

her back over to

said.

a seat just the same, gulping orange juice to chase the last of the

Brady grinned at me and Phoebe held out her hand

“Wow. When did all this

night and popped the question. She said yes. I am a very lucky bastard." Brady gave Phoebe

Phoebe giggled.

of it, I'd been so wrapped up in the library project, I hadn't been keeping track of Brady's private life. “Congratulations," I said,

don't have to say yes, because

having your sorry around, and I should get to know

Phoebe said, her

wait to see

while Brady speared me with a look. “Speaking of

and pulled my hand over my face.

“I had a composition class with her at the university. She's a really

her?" I asked,

different majors, but we both had to take

Donovan?" I pressed, still picturing

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