Page 62 of Rocked By the Alpha

“You’ve all been shitty on both sides,” Layla pipes up. “So let’s call it a truce. This is my hen party. No bad vibes.”

Ash nods and when Layla glares his way, Hunter does too.

“This is my sister: Darlia,” West says. “And this is Kim, the Wicked Witch of the East.”

“Hi.” Ruby reaches out to shake the hand of a small brunette.

“Oh my gosh, you’re beautiful,” she says, still holding Ruby’s hand. “How on earth did he convince you to go out with him?”

“It’s taken a long time.” West removes Ruby’s hand from his sister’s grip.

“I’m not surprised,” Ash says. She meets his eye. “The rest of your band know you’re dating West Stone?”

“Ash,” his fiance hisses.

“It’s you they hate, man.” West grins. “I’d watch your back around Ruby.”

“Actually we hate you all.” She shrugs.

“I can see how this lot would inspire that emotion.” Kim hands Ruby a bottle of champagne.

“And hate sex is the best,” Darlia adds.

West pushes his sister gently away. “That’s enough. I’m not interested in your dirty thoughts. Back to your seats.”

Darlia lunges forward and grabs Ruby’s wrist. “Okay but we’re taking Layla and Ruby with us. This is a bachelorette party after all. You can do your man things over here. We’re doing our girlie shit down there.”

“What girlie shit?” Layla looks suddenly uncomfortable.

“Oh, Kim’s got all sorts of shit sorted for you. She did a bit of research on English hen parties.”

“Oh balls,” Layla mutters and Ruby can’t help giggling at that expression uttered in Layla’s prim sounding accent.

She stands up and starts to squeeze past West but he grabs her waist. “I’m not sure it’s such a good idea me handing Ruby over to you harpies.”

“Scared we’ll tell her all your secrets?”

“Oh, I want to know all his secrets.” She gives her ass a little wiggle and he leans forward to nip at a cheek, causing the others to whoop with laughter.

“Shit, man,” Ash says, “Leave the lap dance to Vegas.”

Layla spins around to look at her Alpha, hand on hip. “No chance.”

“I am not interested in that stuff,” he says, peering up at his Omega and lifting her knuckles to his lips to kiss them. “But these guys …”

Layla spins around to eye each one of his band mates one at a time. “If you get him into any kind of shitty mischief, I’ll have your guts for garters!” Then she grabs Ruby’s hand and follows West’s sister down to the other end of the plane.

“Can we get a translation, please?” West calls after them.

The tall blond, Kim, starts them on a drinking game. Then pulls out an impressive array of bachelorette party accessories — a sash and veil for Layla, sets of horns for the rest of them and penis shaped straws for their drinks.

“Do we really have to wear these?” Darlia asks her.

“Yep,” Layla tells them, taking a long draw of cola from her straw.

Kim watches Layla’s lips against the head of the penis straw. “There are so many things I could say right now,” she mutters.

By the time the plane starts to descend towards more bright lights on the desert floor, Ruby’s head spins a little and she could do with some fresh air. All the other women seem just as wasted — all except Layla.