Page 26 of Alpha Brock

Brent throws back his head and lets out a laugh, clapping Brock on the shoulder. “I’m kidding, bro.” He takes the open seat across from Brock and reaches for his beer. “I do have another round coming in five minutes, though, so like I said…” he raises his bottle toward the center of the table. “Drink up!”

I giggle, picking up my glass and lifting it to clink with Brent’s.

I should take it easy- I’m small, and though alcohol doesn’t affect shifters like it does ordinary humans, we can still get drunk off of copious amounts. Especially little wolves like me. Before I know it, though, I’ve put down five drinks and I’m rolling on a solid buzz.

The bass beat thumps as the DJ transitions the song, and I let out a little squeal, throwing my hands up. “I love this song!”

Brent and Jared both chuckle at me from across the table, shaking their heads. They’re amused by buzzed Astrid, while Brock…not so much.

I turn to him, a bright smile on my face. “Dance with me.”

Brock arches a brow in question.

“Come on…” I urge, reaching out to grasp his bicep with both hands.Holy crap is it firm!“Dance with me,” I repeat, sticking my bottom lip out in a pout.

“No thanks,” he grumbles, shaking his head. Dude’s too cool to dance apparently.

I look to Brent, releasing Brock’s bicep and pointing a finger in his direction instead. “How about you?” I grin, crooking my finger. “Wanna dance?”

“Hell yeah,” Brent laughs, chugging the rest of his beer and depositing the empty bottle on the table.

I let out a little ‘whoop!’ in a victory cheer, sliding off of my barstool and shimmying past Brock. He stiffens as I pass him, shooting me a grumpy, disapproving glare over his shoulder. I mean, Ididtry to ask him first…

Brent holds out his hand to me and I place mine inside, allowing him to lead me out to the dance floor.

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Brock

I bring my beer bottle to my lips, draining the rest of it. The carbonation tickles my throat as I swallow it down, slamming the empty bottle on the table and wiping my mouth with an arm.

“You alright, Alpha?” Jared asks, raising a brow.

“Never better,” I mutter, clenching my jaw. Fighting the urge to look toward the dance floor to see what Astrid and my brother are getting up to.

“You boys want another?” a raven-haired cocktail waitress asks, sidling up to our table.

I nod, watching her as she collects our empties onto a tray. She’s attractive- pretty face, slim build, and full boobs spilling out of her black v-neck t-shirt with the words ‘Stillwater Tap’ emblazoned across the front. She just doesn’t do it for me, though. Few women do.

As the waitress runs off to fetch our beers, I finally sneak a glance toward the dance floor, because I can’t fucking help myself. Astrid’s out there shaking her little ass on Brent, who has a big dumb smile on his face. I immediately clench my fists, my blood pressure skyrocketing.

I snap my head back around and scrub a hand over my face, trying to keep it the fuck together. Jared’s studying me as he polishes off his beer.

“Yousureyou’re alright?” he asks- though I really wish he fucking wouldn’t.

I shoot him a death glare as the waitress returns with our beers, setting them on the table. I yank my wallet out of my jeans pocket, tossing the girl a twenty without even making eye contact and muttering for her to keep the change. She takes both the cash and the hint and scampers off as I reach for one of the fresh beers.

“You know…” Jared sighs, reaching for the other. “If youlikeher…”

“I don’t.” I take a long swig of my beer.

“You sure?”

I swallow it down, frowning. “I’m fucking positive.”

And then my eyes involuntarily wander to the dance floor again. Now Astrid has her arms looped around Brent’s neck, shaking her hips as she dances against him. I grit my teeth as he slides his hands down the sides of her waist, to her hips, to the curve of her ass…

I whip my head back around to face Jared, slamming my beer bottle down on the table.