Chapter 8 - Nova

I come back to the bar, shaking from my encounter with the alpha. I must be breathing heavily and pale based on the way that Jorge is looking at me.

“What did the, alpha want?” he asks, his voice low and intense, though he isn’t looking at me. His eyes have never left the other females, his eyes never ceasing to make sure that everything is above board.

Me, I scream in my head. “Whiskey, neat,” I say instead. I know that fear has to be pumping out of my pores and the only reason that it isn’t perfuming the room is the descenting spray that I’m wearing.

Jorge turns around. “Raoul, get the alpha’s drink. I’ll run it to him personally. Nova, you go make sure that the pool area is ready for the alpha and his party.”

“Jorge, he’ll be pissed. He’s specifically said that he wants me to wait on him tonight.” Among other things.

Jorge turns around and he must see what I already know to be true. The alpha’s eyes are still on