Shaken Knot Stirred (THE PORT HAVEN OMEGAVERSE #1) by Amy Nova EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Moxie Scheele
THE SOUND OF THE aluminum bat was icy and hollow. I leaned over the
bar, making sure my cleavage spilled adequately, and rolled the bat with a
coy fingertip.
I’ve always found that tits and the threat of violence were enough to short
out most male brains, unless they were an alpha, of course. Alphas needed a
whole different strategy.
“Say that again,” I pitched my voice low into that sweet spot that would
tangle his brain even further.
A bit of drool collected in the corner of his mouth. He watched my lips
like a hawk, either imagining what they could do or working real hard on
his lip reading skills.
“Come on, puppy. You were so brave just a second ago. You can do it.
Say it again.”
He looked around the room. Maybe he was checking for an exit. More
likely, he was looking for backup. He was unlikely to find that in the Delta
Lounge.
“It’s not a big deal, Moxie,” Becky said. She was one of my newer
regulars, recently having found enough courage to sit at the bar with the big
kids. Her creamy beta aura blushed peach around the edges—obvious
embarrassment.
The beta asshat in front of me ground his teeth and went all red in the
face. Helena, my server, edged away from us, knowing she didn’t want to
be in the middle of this nonsense.
“Who gave you permission to sit at the bar?” I changed tactics, knowing
he was just about to wind himself up good.
“I don’t need your fucking permission,” he managed to get out.
I cocked my head and gave him a slow up-and-down, taking in his limp
blonde hair and faded Dynamix T-shirt. It wasn’t retro or vintage. It was
just simply old. I just knew that T-shirt had been sitting in the bottom of his
closet for at least half my life.
“Oh, pet, I’m happy to serve you drinks, but if you’re going to get all
sassy, you need to beg ‘please’ first.”
The alpha in the corner barked a laugh. He held up one of his long,
elegant fingers, licked the tip, and marked the point on an imaginary
scorecard in the air, before returning to his book. I refused to look at him.
He had been twisting up my brain and wetting my panties from afar for
weeks now. His scent of croissants and coffee was distracting enough.
The beta dude-bro did turn, however. White shimmered through his aura.
Technically, betas couldn’t sense auras. They couldn’t tell if you were
alpha, omega, or beta on sight. But you’d have to be dead not to clock my
little book nerd in the corner as an alpha. He was tall, lean, and I his
haircuts probably cost more than I made in tips this week. Could a beta
have that level of confidence? Sure. But guessing alpha was always the
safest course.
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