Alpha Theo

6

Theo

"Ah, he's back," I drawl as Gray approaches our table, stabbing his fingers through his hair. "What happened man, trouble in paradise?"

Gray slides into his seat beside me, but not before he delivers a jab to my bicep.

Jax snickers on the other side of me. I can always count on him to laugh at my smartass comments.

I press further. "Don't tell me you guys broke up already..."

Gray rolls his eyes, reaching for the beer he left stranded when he got up to greet Fallon. Little does he know, I downed it in his absence, impatient for the waitress to bring over more.

"Please," Gray scoffs. "She's hanging with her friends for a while. We don't have to be together twenty-four seven. I know who she's going home with."

Gray picks up the beer, realizes it's empty, and reaches for a fresh one instead, bringing it to his lips and taking a swig.

"I don't know man, if she was mine, I wouldn't let her out of my sight," I say, casting a sidelong glance at Fallon. "With a body like that..."

A warning growl starts in Gray's chest, and I throw my hands up in surrender.

"I'm just sayin'!"

Across the table, Brock and Reid roll their eyes at me. Those guys are no fun.

"Her sister's not bad," I shrug. "A little prudish for my taste, but..."

Gray cuts me off by slamming his beer back on the table. "Leave Brooke alone."

I can't help myself- I just love pushing people's buttons. When I start to get under their skin, I dig deeper.

"What, is she with you too, now?" I tease. "Was it like a two-for-one deal?"

Gray's jaw ticks and he takes another swig of his beer, setting it down and drawing a deep breath before he turns to face me. Even though I know I've ruffled his feathers, he's calm, cool. "No, but she's family now. And you're the last guy I'd want sniffing around a sister of mine."

I roll my eyes. "Do you really think that little of me?"

"When it comes to women?" he asks, arching a brow. "Absolutely. You know you're a dog, don't deny it."

I laugh, because I can't. And he's right to warn me to stay away from Brooke, though I don't plan to listen.

"Fuck," Reid mutters from across the table, dropping his face into his hands. Slowly, he picks it back up, looking warily in the direction of the door.

All four of us follow his gaze to see who just walked in. It's Arabella, the girl that Reid was seeing and recently broke things off with- and she's entering the bar arm-in-arm with Leo. He's another squad member, one of our best trackers.

Jax whistles, eyebrows raised. "She moved on fast."

Reid heaves a sigh. "I don't even care, man. She can do what she wants, I just wish she wouldn't rub my face in it."

He rummages through the beer bottles on the table in search of a fresh one.

I finish off the last swig of my own, looking around for the waitress, Kelly. It's busy as hell in here tonight and she usually stands out with her platinum and pink hair, but I don't spot her anywhere.

"What'd I tell you, man," Brock grumbles, shaking his head. "Don't get involved..."

"Ohhhkay, Brock," I scoff, rolling my eyes as I rise to stand. "Not everyone wants to live like a fucking monk until they find their mate."