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“Well, maybe you can keep your son. What about that pretty bartender you’ve got? Or better yet, keep them all and give us one… what was her name again?” Axe talks away. “Who was it, Lightning? How’d you describe her again? A small thing. Brown hair. Round ass?”

Lightning sneers. “Oh yeah, her name was Esper.”

“Esper.” Her name rattles off Axe’s tongue, and I turn despite my better judgment, Lightning stands toe to toe with me. His rank smell and slight height advantage make me gag.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I spit. All three of them cackle.

“Why? Scared she’ll pick us alphas over your misfit Pack? I think she’ll fit just right on my⁠—”

My fist flies, cracking him across the jaw. He’s ready though, taking the hit and delivering one of his own.

Chaos ensues. I wasn’t the only one throwing a punch now. I focus on Lightning, my damned wretched brother who all but smirks at me as I tackle him to the ground.

Red lands a punch on Rocker in my peripheral vision. Neven and Asher are off fighting who the fuck knows. Our Seniors stand back, including Ace, who watches the brawl with a glimmer of happiness.

That man is fucking crazy.

But they threatened my omega. That takes it too fucking far.

Something gleams in Lightning’s hand, then there’s a searing pain across my face.

He just fucking sliced me with a knife! Thankfully not deep, but what the fuck? I lean away from him and he takes that moment to flip us over and he punches me again.

“You’ve always forgotten your place, baby bro.” He hits again, but this time I block. Being the baby brother means learning to fight. Being a beta means knowing how to fight smart.

I jab his side and follow up with a knock to the side of his head with enough force for him to roll off of me. Blood drips down my face as I climb to my feet, seething.

My eyes catch Prez’s. A momentary shock is all he lets loose before he schools his features. “That’s enough,” he calls out. Maybe because of the blood dripping from my face. Maybe because I am ready to kill my brother, actually and literally. It’s the absolute least he deserves. “Weapons in a bar fight? Axe, I thought you’d have more pride than that.”

“Thought wrong,” The other MC president shrugs as he waves his guys to back off.

“Let’s go.” Ace doesn’t stop this time as he walks out of the bar. We follow suit. All of us roughed up from the fight.

“Fox, your face—” Red’s head tilts and his brows furrow. Neven is quick, grabbing the back of Red’s shirt and keeps him facing and moving forward. “We’ll get our lick back later. Follow Prez’s order.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see him get up from that last blow,” Asher says.

We get on our bikes. The loud rumble between my legs brings a wave of comfort I very much needed.

Neven slides on his helmet. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Well, there is really only one place I wanna go,” I say, taking off to the one place that I know will accept us with open arms. Blood, bruises, and all.

CHAPTER 25

ESPER

“What was the question you wanted me to ask again?”

“Penny, please,” I groan at my friend who only shrugs through my phone screen, continuing to paint her nails. “This is important.”

“You have a Pack now. What could be more important than that?”

“Having dreams and a life of my own,” I grumble for like the twentieth time since I called her to help me prepare for my interview with an interior design firm.

My advisor sent out a mass list of firms looking for interns, and I immediately applied. Over a hundred of us got the list, so I tried to temper my expectations. But this morning I got an email to schedule an interview for tomorrow.