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A TERRIBLE TEAM

Kylie stabbed her fork into her pasta, trying to come up with more ways to get rid of Mr. Brimstone’s unworthy assistant.

She already had a few ideas, but she wanted one that was guaranteed to succeed.

Then again, Nat had to be slacking on the job—he probably spent more time on his mutt baby than on his actual work.

Her face twisted into an ugly scowl. “I’m a better mate for Mr. Brimstone,” she hissed. “He’s just using that fat thing as a fucktoy.”

Someone stepped into the small cafe she was sitting in. It was a cruel-looking man—an alpha, going by his broad shoulders and muscled body—that Kylie was immediately wary of.

The man barked an order at the barista. He stomped around and scowled at anyone who got in his way, his body tensed as though he was on the verge of punching someone.

Kylie would’ve watched him more, except Mr. Brimstone chose that moment to step out of the Brimstone Industries building.

Nat was walking close to Mr. Brimstone like he was trying to suck up to him.

Kylie hissed. Nearby, the angry alpha growled.

When Kylie glanced up, she found the man watching Mr. Brimstone and his assistant, his teeth bared.

“Who does Nat think he’s with? the alpha muttered. “Cheating little fucker.”

Kylie blinked. “You know that omega?”

The man’s attention snapped onto her. “He’s mine,” he seethed. “Fucking ran away from me.”

He clenched his fists, turning to charge out after them.

“Wait,” Kylie said, her mind racing. “I have a better idea.”

The alpha barely gave her a second glance, as though she was dirt under his shoe. “Start talking. You’re wasting my time.”

“You want Nat. I want the alpha he’s with. We can work together.”

The man curled his lip. “You’ll just be a liability.”

Oh, Kylie hated him. But he would remove Nat so much faster than if Kylie were to do this by herself. “I have access to their office. With my help, you can take them by surprise.”

The alpha looked out of the window again. Mr. Brimstone was disappearing into the crowd—kind of. He was still much taller than the average person.

When the new alpha didn’t move, it became obvious that he considered Mr. Brimstone a threat.

“Fine,” he said, stalking closer and wrapping his fingers around Kylie’s neck, squeezing until she struggled to breathe. “And if you even think about betraying me, I’ll kill you.”

Kylie wheezed. “I won’t!”

“Giblin!” the barista yelled, setting a paper cup on the counter warily. “Large coffee for Giblin Turkeyson!”

What kind of name was that?

The alpha released Kylie and prowled off for his coffee. When he came back, he barked, “Well?”

Kylie took a deep breath, imagining Mr. Brimstone showering her with affection. “The first thing you should know is, Nat has a mutt of a baby.”