Dark Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 1)

“Pretty toy you brought us,” the guy says in a slow drawl.

Despite the fact he looks like a muscled up model, I feel nothing but repulsion. I really hate alpha dicks—especially when they’re not even alphas.

“Not yours to touch,” Gage says with a smirk. “Try it and see what happens.”

Great. Gage is acting like I’m not able to speak for myself, and he’s about to get his ass chewed up by them. Their temper is easily agitated.

To my surprise though, the guy just laughs. “I’ll pass. I’ve seen you in action. I was there during the fight between Kane and Reese. Anyone crazy enough to handle Drackus isn’t someone I feel like fucking with today.”

Gage doesn’t react or respond, so Thad starts to walk in. But one of the guys puts a hand on his chest.

“Reese is in the middle of something. Don’t interfere.”

“Were business isn’t our business,” Thad assures. “We’re just here for the girl.”

The guy growls low in his throat, and his eyes flash with autumn sparks. “She shouldn’t exist. What the hell is going on?”

Gage looks around, eyeing our surroundings. The town is quiet for the most part, and only a few people are on the sidewalks.

“Not out here,” Gage tells him. “The bar is soundproofed. Lets’ go in.”

Thad walks in behind one of the goons, and Gage waits for me to walk in behind Thad so that he can follow behind me. Why is he getting to me?

Then realization spurs, and I almost laugh at how stupid I’ve been. This isn’t good. Not good at all.

As we head into the bar, the loud chants, cheers, and whistles deafen the room. Brutal crunches echo through my ears, and sprays of blood burst into the air above the crowd I can’t see around. When I hear that Reese’s name is one of the chants.

Great. Wolf fight.

“What’s happening?” Thad asks one of the guys. “And why is the Northwestern pack here?”

The guy looks back to him and smirks. “Pack consolidation. Shit’s going down out there, but we don’t know what. But whatever it is, we want to be prepared. Strength in numbers.”

“So this is an alpha fight?” I ask, only catching a glimpse of the fur through the people.

“Yep. And Brutus has another thing coming if he really thinks he can take on Reese.”

One of the men standing close by growls at us. Apparently he belongs to the Northwestern pack. Gage frowns, looking around the room, and I step closer.

“What’s that look for?” I whisper, keeping my voice loud enough for only him to hear.

He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer until I’m in front of him, and he bends down to my ear.

“I had a minor disagreement with them a few years ago when they marked dark user territory. It was resolved, but there might have been some bruised egos and possibly some bloodshed.”

He sounds proud of that fact, and I glance around to take in the numerous eyes narrowed in on us. Thad turns around, and the humor that has been in his eyes all day falls flat when he sees me leaning against the dark user that has invaded my head.

He directs his attention back on the fight, and I take a steady breath. I’ve already screwed up, and there’s only one way to fix it. Gage w

ill just have to talk to me and answer some questions, my mind will paint a picture, and I’ll be fine again.

I cringe when visions try to assault my already tired mind, but the unfocused, pointless images only annoy me. As usual. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on the sounds, but it’s too loud in here.

Slipping away from Gage becomes easy when a guy draws his attention away, and I quickly make my way outside to find quietness. The visions play on repeat for about five minutes, and though I can’t usually see more than a stilled image. But if I can just tune into the sounds within the vision.

As soon as I reach the outside and the doors close behind me, I zone in on the distant sounds that have already started fading.

“Shit,” I growl when the vision dissipates completely.