Author’s POV Nate yanked the omega away from Alpha Mason, his claws half-exposed in annoyance. “What the fuck is your problem?” the girl demanded, tugging her hand free from his grip, her eyes flashing yellow. “Go away, slut,” Nate snapped, his voice carrying a small roar that made her whimper. “Asshole,” she cursed, turning on her heel and storming off. Nate’s gaze drifted back to Alpha Mason, who was walking on air and clearly drunk, staggering unsteadily as he pushed himself up from the chair. The Alpha’s usually intimidating stance was gone. His legs wobbled, his alpha aura dancing in and out. Nate smirked and moved to steady him. Mason opened his tired eyes and glared at him. “Let go of me, man,” Mason mumbled, his voice inaudible, even as Nate held his waist to keep him from falling. “You are drunk. I will take you home,” Nate offered, his tone deceptively calm. “Let me go, you are gay. I don’t trust you,” Mason mumbled again, shoving him away. He staggered f
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