The Rejected Alpha (Book 1 of the Rejected Series)

Chapter 29

The male cleared his throat, and I turned my attention to him while I ate the last cherry. He had a forced smile on his face, and I could that he wanted to scowl, especially since I hadn't given him the time of day. "Viper?" he asked, and I turned my whole body to him.

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head, staring at the sleazy looking male. I made sure to keep my whole body relaxed, but all I wanted to do was become tense and let Corey take care of him. "Yes?" I purred, raising my eyebrow higher. "That would be me. What can I do for you?"

The male grinned and held out his hand, and I looked at it as if it was the worst thing that I had ever seen in my life before I looked up at him again. He bit back a scowl and let his hand fall to his side. "Not much of a hand shaker," he said, keeping his grin in place, even though it looked a little more forced.

I shrugged and took a sip of my water. "Too sober for that," I replied, setting my cup down. I crossed my leg over my other one and cocked my head. "Now, are you going to tell me what it is that you want, or am I going to have to guess?"

"Then let me buy you a drink," he said. He looked this way and that but didn't see the bar attendant. He huffed and rolled his eyes before he looked at me and smiled. "I will have to do that later because the bartender is not doing his job." He shook his head. "What a pity. I thought this would be a very important bar."

I scowled and narrowed my eyes because I did not like him dissing this bar. All I wanted to do was toss the water on him, but I didn't. I gripped the glass slightly tighter but kept my other emotions in check. "The bartender is getting me something, Doll," I said. "So, don't be too mad at him."

The male scowled and narrowed his eyes. "Don't call me Doll," he said with bared teeth, and I raised an eyebrow. "I am not your doll."

I slowly blinked and smiled, the smile chasing away the protectiveness that I felt for Chase. "But, I don't know your name, Doll," I said, my voice sweet with slight venom in it. I placed my arm on the table and leaned my head onto my hand while raising an eyebrow. "What else am I supposed to call you?"

The male's scowl deepened, and I felt amused that he got so hissy because I called him "Doll" instead of something else. "My name is Trevor Butterbeer," he said, and I could tell that he was lying. "Call me that instead of "Doll," Sweetheart."

I chuckled and cocked my head while I stared at him. "I know that isn't your real name," I said, and he raised an eyebrow. "What last name is Butterbeer? I know that isn't a real last name, Doll."

The male's nostrils flared, and he pursed his lips in annoyance. He growled and leaned closer to me. Anger filled his eyes, and my body hummed in readiness if he decided to attack. "Call me, Doll one last time," he warned. "I dare you."

I moved my face closer to his until there was about an inch between us. I smelled the drinks on his breath, and my stomach turned in disgust. "And what will you do?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you had heard about me, Doll, and that is why you sought me out."

The male pulled away and sighed before he nodded his head. "You're right," he said. "I apologize." He wasn't sorry, and we both knew that he wasn't. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "My name is Bryant Weinhert," he said, "and I have a proposition for you."

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. I was curious about this proposition because I had a feeling that it might help me with my question on finding out how to save my mate and pack. "Oh?" I asked. "Look him up," I said to my companions.

"On it," Corey chirped. "I'll send you the information when I have gathered it."

"Thanks, Core," I said.

"No problem, Doll," she teased, and I mentally rolled my eyes at her. "Hey, it's funny, especially since I am sure you can make him pee his pants if you want to."

I took a sip of my water so that I wouldn't snort out loud. "Shut up," I said before I cleared my throat. I set my drink down and raised my eyebrow higher when he hadn't said a word but narrowed his eyes at me. "What is the proposition, Doll?" I asked. "Is it dangerous?"

The male, Bryant, shrugged his shoulder and held back a scowl. He knew that I wouldn't call him anything else, and I had a feeling that he would have to get used to it. "It could be," he replied. He cleared his throat and gestured to where he had sat before, where a familiar blonde headed female was seated.

"Oh, shit, what is she doing here?" Corey asked. "Can I go over and beat her ass for you because I know that you won't do it. Please?"

"No," I scolded. I looked at her before I looked at Bryant with a raised eyebrow.

"Please, join my companion and me for a drink," he said. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "We would like it if you can discuss some things with us if you aren't busy."

I looked towards the back where Chase had gone and wondered where he was. I had no idea what took him so long, and I couldn't help but feel impatient with him. "I am not busy," I said and looked at him. I offered a sultry smile. "However, I am afraid that I do not drink, Doll." I stroked his cheek and bit my lip, looking as flirtatious as possible with little effort. "I hope that you understand."

Bryant's heart skipped a beat, and lust filled his eyes. He looked me up and down with something else in his eyes, and I so badly wanted to take my glass, break it, and stab him in the eyes, but I held myself back, knowing full well that I had to wait before his blood covered my hands.

"Well?" I asked and raised an eyebrow while I let my hand fall to my side. "Do you?"

Bryant nodded. "I do," he confirmed. He cleared his throat and stood before he held out his hand for me to take. "So, shall I lead you to the table?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "We are waiting for someone else."

I placed my hand in his and let him help me stand. All I wanted to do was break his hand, but I knew I couldn't. "Of course," I said, smiling. I was too sober this, and all I wanted to do was get a drink for myself to act like I was interested in this. "Who are we waiting for?"

"An Alpha," he said, leading me to the table and pricking my interest. "We've been having him cover a pack for some time because of a... certain female."

"Oh?" I inquired and raised an eyebrow. "And which pack is this?"

"Yara Pack," he replied. He looked at me before he looked in the direction that we were going in where the blonde headed female looked at me, very nervous and scared, and I couldn't help but feel smug. "We have him stationed at the Yara Pack."