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Before I could say anything, Dean threw himself forward and together, they began to attack Donovan. I didn't know what to do right there. Two hefty men hurried forward and easily separated the boys, even through their struggling and raging words against each other.

"Three of you, stop this right now before we involve your parents!" One of them spewed out in a deep voice. The area was more quiet, mostly filled with the youths of the town while the parents enjoyed each other in another grand hall so we might be saved. I had no idea what Alpha Donald might do once he found out his boys got into a fight. Especially if I was the cause!

But why would they fight over me like that, wasn't I their enemy!??

"You, come here!" Duke glared at me and I could have sworn I saw fire burning in those piercing eyes. "Dean, go get that idiot Darius. We're going home."

Before I could object, he reached for my hand and grabbed me tight, dragging me out of the room. I struggled to pull free but his grip was strong that I only managed to free myself once we got outside.

“Hey, stop this! You really need to get your shit together, you know that right??” I raged out. “I'm not going home.” I made an attempt to walk away from his sight but he easily drew me back, pulling me closer to him. I flinched as my gaze rested on his, his firm body pressed against mine. But I was strong enough to quickly pull free from his grip.

“What is wrong with you! This doesn't make any sense. So what? You'll try to stop me from talking to every guy from now on??”

“Talking? You called that talking!” He was fuming, I could actually see his face all flustered red from anger. Why was he so angry! He was supposed to be jealous, and my attempt hadn't even been for him, rather, for the others. Duke hated me the most, so why was he the one most angry at me??

"What the heck, Duke!" I tried to make my voice as deep as possible but my tiny feminine voice betrayed me. "Seriously, that was so rude and uncalled for!"

"Uncalled for, huh? You..." He stopped as blood had filled his mouth, he spat out, groaning in frustration or probably from the pain. "He was holding your waist! He was...you two...what was that all about, huh? Did you even dress for us in the first place? Of for that--whoever the fuck he is!"

I frowned, trying so hard to follow. "Is this why you're mad? That I was dancing with someone? What's the meaning of this, Duke? What the hell is wrong with you all!--"

"You looked good tonight! Okay? And I wanted to let you know this myself...I just didn't know--" He paused, more groans from frustration. "It's just...I was...I didn't--"

The look in his eyes was nothing I'd seen before. But I recognized it. Foolish me thought it to be one of those feelings of psychopaths in the dark murder mystery novels I read sometimes because I was weird. Was he actually about to kill me now? No way Duke of all the trio could be jealous of some dude dancing with me? No way...!

"Duke, what--" I was silenced by his lips brushing against mine in such a brief moment, just under what it took to blink!

I just stood there, watching as if I'd been shot in the head, what was this? Duke kissing me?

When we pulled free, I thought I would collapse from the way my legs felt wobble. I lost my mind when he reached for my chin as he lifted my head up to meet his gaze..those powerful seductive eyes stared at me like I was the best thing he'd ever seen! I swallowed hard, trying to give myself a sense of proof that I wasn't dreaming.

Then he leaned closer, fresh scent of wine sipping through my nose as he breathed these words, "I can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, Ana. What should I do?"