Page 22 of Knot So Damaged

Disappointment floods me at the thought of my obsession being even further out of my reach.

“I…I didn’t know that she had a daughter,” Vic mutters almost under his breath.

Ha, so the fucker has been stalking her.

Not a surprise.

The moment Victor becomes intrigued by something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it. Valentina will be another one of his obsessions.

At the mere thought of one day not being able to claim her as mine, my Alpha rebels inside of me.

Mine.

Mine

Mine.

He keeps repeating in my head over and over.

Yeah buddy, she is fucking ours and I will make sure of it.

For the rest of the night, I sit in a dark corner of the club, watching each time Valentina comes out of the dressing room and back down to one of the private rooms.

The thought of her being alone in those room with those men sets me on edge. I know that my girl has fight in her but the thought of her being vulnerable is too much to handle.

The time doesn’t go quickly enough until her next stage set.

My pack mates remain just as quiet as I do, each of us in our heads as we come to terms with what we know about the one person that has each of us by our balls.

As the night progresses and the more I think about the possible objects that are in my way, I decide that I am actually not bothered by them at all.

She is pissed off at Victor and doesn’t want him? Fine, more for me.

She has a partner at home already? Not for long she doesn’t.

She has a daughter. Cute. I already class my daughter-in-law as mine so adding another to the mix is no big deal.

She is a stripper. I will be in the front row of every single one of her sets, watching her get her bag.

Yeah, none of those things are a deterrent. If anything, it makes me even hungrier for her.

The three of us remain seated in our area of the club as we watch security kick out all of the drunk seedy men who are still clinging onto hopes that one of the girls will take them home.

Even if we allowed that, I doubt that those limp-dick fucks could even get it up, no matter how much ass was shook in their face.

My heart skips a beat as I watch my little brunette come out of the backroom. She looks so different now, dressed in her street wear. It does nothing but make her even more beautiful.

The makeup has been completely removed from her face, leaving her bare for us to see her flawless skin underneath. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun that seems to still be perfect.

Maybe it is just her.

It makes me question for a moment why I am so obsessed with a woman that is obviously a Beta. While I have nothing against the designation—one of my fathers being an incredible Beta—it is still surprising.

Alphas aren't meant to be drawn to them like this.

Yet here the three of us are. Completely and utterly taken with her.

The moment she is out of sight, the three of us stand up in sync and follow her home.