The air stirred with so many bodies within the club. Scents assailed her constantly, some that were becoming familiar, others were new. Each was categorized & filed away in her memory for future reference. The door opened and closed, bringing with it new scents, cooler air from outside. Jarek’s scent arrived before he did, though Verda’s keen eye site caught him before her nose did. Her chin lifted a fraction as she watched him travel the outskirts of the club, his words drifted to her sensitive auds as he spoke to the man and his cronies. She smirked. It amused her to see him so… dominant around others. He was stronger than he let on, than he displayed when in her company. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass when she was still alpha of the pack, and had the loyalty of all her members. He was probably still a pain in the ass. How long had it been since she’d seen him, spoken to him… kicked his ass? At least a year; she’d been on the run that long.
Not a move was made when he came to stand against the wall beside her booth. She ignored him completely, not even acknowledging his statement. Her gaze continued to sweep the club, watching patrons, picking out the few shifters and other wolves. Five minutes passed before she finally acknowledged him.
“You’ve forgotten yourself. Sit.”
Her voice was low, soft, but there was no doubt in her mind he’d hear her. She hadn’t risen when he entered, hadn’t placed herself above him, and he hadn’t settled himself lower than she was. He was challenging her, as usual. Sometimes she thought he did it just to infuriate her, to goad her into beating the shit out of him. Sometimes she thought it was simply natural to him, part of his personality and who he was. He’d do well to start remembering his alpha, his mistress, now though, or regardless of the spectators, she’d lay into him right quick, and reestablish her dominance, her superiority and teach him a lesson in obedience. Though the last was not as necessary. He’d proven his loyalty and obedience to her over the last year, defending her honor against the rest of her old pack… and the scar proved it. A sense of pride flickered in her briefly upon seeing that scar. For all her agitation now with him, he was indeed proving himself. A shame he would continue to do so.
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