Page 108 of My Unhinged Alphas
That gets my attention.
Havoc doesn’t usually pass up girls throwing themselves at him. He especially doesn’t do it twice.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask quietly.
He glances at me. “Nothing.”
“You’re ignoring women. That’s unnatural.”
His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t look away from the Shepherd. “Try not to sound jealous.”
I snort.
We stop at the bar.
The Shepherd sets down a glass he’s drying and looks straight at me.
Not Havoc. Me.
“You shouldn’t be here, Vale.”
His voice is rough, low, familiar enough to bother me.
I lean against the bar. “Good to see you too.”
Only then does he look at Havoc, and the dislike is immediate. Havoc notices and smiles like he enjoys that.
The Shepherd looks back at me. “You look like your mother.”
There’s a beat where all I hear is the music and the noise around us and that one sentence sitting there between us. I stare at him. He stares right back. Same unreadable face I remember. Same sense that he sees more than he says.
Havoc leans one elbow on the bar. “We didn’t come here for family history.”
The Shepherd finally looks at him again. “No. You came here to make trouble.”
“That too.”
A waitress brushes past behind the bar and gives the Shepherd a quick look, like she can tell something’s off. He ignores her.
I fold my arms. “Why don’t you start with why you’re acting like we ruined your night?”
“Because you did.”
“Funny,” Havoc says. “You don’t look like a man who was having much fun.”
That almost gets a reaction out of him. Almost.
The Shepherd’s attention returns to me. “You need to leave.”
“Not happening.”
“Vale.”
The way he says my name stops me more than it should. Too direct. Too familiar. Like he thinks he’s allowed.
I straighten. “Don’t do that.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “Do what?”
