of my key jobs is making sure that power hungry lone wolves like you don’t go thinking you can screw your way into this pack or Damien’s good graces. Fuck,” the little man said imperiously, “you’re not even a sub and you are definitely not the Alpha’s type. You’re too big, you’re not pretty enough, and you are not pack. The door is over there,” Madison pointed behind him, “now use it before I call in the enforcers and don’t ever set foot back in our pack lands again.”
Scott looked at Damien, who was stunned into silence at what Madison was saying, then swung down and swiped his jacket up from the floor where it had fallen. Flipping it nonchalantly over his shoulder, he gave Damien a withering look and headed for the door.
“Scott,” Damien roared, “where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Scott turned by the door and glared at Damien and Madison who was now standing protectively next to his Alpha. He quirked an eyebrow and said, “lone wolf, not submissive, not a twink, not your type. I’m leaving, just like Mr. Second in Command has told me to. After all, I wouldn’t even rate a spot on your fucking roster, would I?”
“Certainly not,” Madison answered for Damien, his own glare firmly in place. Scott shrugged, opened the door to the apartment and closed it firmly behind him.
Madison turned to Damien with a smile. “Now we have that settled,” he said happily, “I will send Moses and Sam to your office where you can service them before your pack meeting at six o’clock. They will be so pleased to see you are back on form. Your subs have missed you terribly. You didn’t tell me what the pack meeting was for, Alpha, so I haven’t had any time to…” He broke off with a squeak as Damien gripped the tiny man behind his neck and lifted him off of the floor.
“Do you know what you ’ve just done?” Damien growled angrily.
Even with his feet dangling inches from the floor, Madison tried to look composed. He was used to dealing with Damien in a mood. Damien was prone to them and Madison knew it was just stress talking. Once Damien had serviced a couple of his subs, he would be back to normal. Gosh, the man needed to get laid regularly to keep his tension in check.
“Well, yes, Alpha, I have just gotten rid of some trash. You know you can’t just go picking up strays and bringing them home , Alpha. Once you have fucked them then they think they can have unrestricted access to the club and your pack. Remember, you pay me to keep riff-raff like that out of your life. That is why we have a roster system to take care of your needs,” Madison concluded stubbornly even as Damien shook him roughly.
“ You have gone too far, Madison. You,” Damien said menacingly, “have just banished the Alpha Mate from his new pack. You have just told MY TRUE MATE that he isn’t good enough for me. That he is not MY FUCKING TYPE! Tell me why I should let you keep breathing ,” he roared, shaking the man again.
“The Alpha Mate?” Madison whispered. Damien whipped aside the neck of his muscle shirt to show the healing scabs on his mating bite. The scar was clearly visible underneath.
“Oh dear, I have fucked up,” the little man whimpered and then he fainted dead away.
Damien looked at him in disgust for a moment, and then shaking him again for good measure, he dropped Madison in a heap on the ground. He headed for the door , knowing only too well that if Scott rang Shawn, then the man could already be zapped back to Cloverleah by now. Damien did not want to have to explain to Shawn and Kane that he had fucked up within the first hour of being home.
/~/~/~/~/
As Scott left Damien’s apartment he didn’t know whether to be pissed off or laugh. He could tell that Damien was totally shocked by what Madison was saying, and guessed that that was why the Alpha had not stuck up for him in the heat of the moment. The little twink just
Scott looked at Damien, who was stunned into silence at what Madison was saying, then swung down and swiped his jacket up from the floor where it had fallen. Flipping it nonchalantly over his shoulder, he gave Damien a withering look and headed for the door.
“Scott,” Damien roared, “where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Scott turned by the door and glared at Damien and Madison who was now standing protectively next to his Alpha. He quirked an eyebrow and said, “lone wolf, not submissive, not a twink, not your type. I’m leaving, just like Mr. Second in Command has told me to. After all, I wouldn’t even rate a spot on your fucking roster, would I?”
“Certainly not,” Madison answered for Damien, his own glare firmly in place. Scott shrugged, opened the door to the apartment and closed it firmly behind him.
Madison turned to Damien with a smile. “Now we have that settled,” he said happily, “I will send Moses and Sam to your office where you can service them before your pack meeting at six o’clock. They will be so pleased to see you are back on form. Your subs have missed you terribly. You didn’t tell me what the pack meeting was for, Alpha, so I haven’t had any time to…” He broke off with a squeak as Damien gripped the tiny man behind his neck and lifted him off of the floor.
“Do you know what you ’ve just done?” Damien growled angrily.
Even with his feet dangling inches from the floor, Madison tried to look composed. He was used to dealing with Damien in a mood. Damien was prone to them and Madison knew it was just stress talking. Once Damien had serviced a couple of his subs, he would be back to normal. Gosh, the man needed to get laid regularly to keep his tension in check.
“Well, yes, Alpha, I have just gotten rid of some trash. You know you can’t just go picking up strays and bringing them home , Alpha. Once you have fucked them then they think they can have unrestricted access to the club and your pack. Remember, you pay me to keep riff-raff like that out of your life. That is why we have a roster system to take care of your needs,” Madison concluded stubbornly even as Damien shook him roughly.
“ You have gone too far, Madison. You,” Damien said menacingly, “have just banished the Alpha Mate from his new pack. You have just told MY TRUE MATE that he isn’t good enough for me. That he is not MY FUCKING TYPE! Tell me why I should let you keep breathing ,” he roared, shaking the man again.
“The Alpha Mate?” Madison whispered. Damien whipped aside the neck of his muscle shirt to show the healing scabs on his mating bite. The scar was clearly visible underneath.
“Oh dear, I have fucked up,” the little man whimpered and then he fainted dead away.
Damien looked at him in disgust for a moment, and then shaking him again for good measure, he dropped Madison in a heap on the ground. He headed for the door , knowing only too well that if Scott rang Shawn, then the man could already be zapped back to Cloverleah by now. Damien did not want to have to explain to Shawn and Kane that he had fucked up within the first hour of being home.
/~/~/~/~/
As Scott left Damien’s apartment he didn’t know whether to be pissed off or laugh. He could tell that Damien was totally shocked by what Madison was saying, and guessed that that was why the Alpha had not stuck up for him in the heat of the moment. The little twink just
Similar Books
