Savannah’s Alpha

Aftermath

Greg reached her first, completely oblivious to the moment she and Jameson were sharing. He put a hand on her shoulder. “We should go”.

Gabby came running mere seconds after. She took in the scene around her. A guy on the ground, struggling to get up. Jameson, in a blood spattered shirt. Greg, looking concerned. And Savannah, standing in the midst of it all. “What the hell happened?!”

Jameson unbuttoned and removed his bloody shirt, revealing a tight white tee. “Take her home, Gabby. Now”

He shot Greg a death stare before turning and walking away. Two enormous bouncers lifted the bloody man from the floor and dragged him off somewhere.

Gabby gripped Savannah’s arm and steered her toward to exit. “Let’s go babes”

Jade and Emily appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Maybe they had been there the whole time. Savannah wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about anything, except that Jameson had protected her.

…

Jameson punched Dylan again, further dislocating his jaw. “Piece of s**t” he spat, landing another blow that surely broke his nose.

Callum cleared his throat. “J, I think he’s had enough”

“I’ll decide when he’s had enough” Jameson growled, grabbing the back of Dylan’s head and smashing his face off the ground.

He wanted to kill him. Dylan had violated his mate. It didn’t matter that Dylan was unaware that Savannah was his mate. Dylan’s behavior was unacceptable.

Jameson was losing control. He wished he hadn’t gone to the benefit auction at the college. He wished he hadn’t seen Savannah in that sexy black dress. Callum, his gamma Matt, and even his younger brother Jax had made inappropriate comments about her when she came onstage.

“Now there’s a human I would f*ck” Matt had said.

Jameson had snapped. They shut up, but he could sense their arousal during her performance, which angered him even more. He left the benefit early and followed her to Neon Moon without a word to them. They had tried to mind link, but he ignored them.

Now he was destroying Dylan’s face and looking completely unhinged.

“Alpha-“ Matt started cautiously, unsure why Jameson was so pissed tonight. Dylan may have been a drunk creep, but this level of assault seemed like overkill.

Callum and Matt shared a look. They were both confused by Jameson’s actions tonight. He was on edge at the benefit auction and lost it when they were talking about the hot harp player. Now he was beating up their childhood friend for grabbing a girl at the bar. Had he turned into some kind of feminist? Dylan looked like he was losing consciousness. Callum and Matt nodded, preparing to pull their Alpha off him.

Before they could intervene, Jameson turned to face them. “What time is it?” he asked, breathing heavily.

Callum pulled his phone from his pocket. “Uh, almost midnight”.

“s**t” Jameson swore, wiping the sweat from his face. “Get him out of here” he nodded toward Dylan. Then he turned and jogged to the pack house.

…

$12,000. Someone had paid $12,000 for a performance from Savannah.

Cynthia was ecstatic. “I knew you would bring in the bids, but I certainly wasn’t expecting this! It was a bidding war! On behalf of the music department, I want to thank you. And personally, I want to hug you. Your performance brought in the highest bid of the night! I’ll email you the details once the auction winner makes the request. Thank you again, Savannah. I appreciate you so very much”

Savannah ended the call. It had been a crazy weekend. Who in their right mind would pay $12,000 for her to play the harp for an hour?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Gabby, who hadn’t left her side since the incident last night. “Want to grab lunch?”

Savannah’s stomach rumbled. Lunch sounded great. Her phone chimed with another text from Greg: I have your tip money. Let me know when you want to meet up.

He had sent her a barrage of texts asking what happened and if she was alright after Gabby had dragged her out of Neon Moon. Savannah hadn’t responded to any of them. But she needed her half of that tip money. She quickly tapped out a reply: I’ll be at the dining hall in 5

…

The dining hall was quiet on Sundays. Most students were studying, working, or nursing hangovers from the night before. Emily was definitely one of the latter. She approached the table occupied by Savannah, Gabby and Jade looking worse for wear. “I’m never drinking again” she groaned, biting into a tater tot.

Gabby snorted “You say that every time”

“So you don’t want to go to the party at Alex’s tonight?” Jade asked, raising her eyebrows.

Emily feigned gagging noises.

Gabby shook her head “I’m having dinner with my parents and I have an early morning class tomorrow. Plus Alex is lame”

Savannah pushed around a crouton on her Caesar salad. “I don’t think I’m ever going out again”

“No! We’re not doing that. You’re not going to let one creep keep you from living your best life” Gabby asserted.

Jaded nodded in agreement. “Gabby’s right. And Dylan has been a creep since middle school. I’m glad Jameson kicked his ass”.

The girls had identified the creepy offender as Dylan on the car ride home last night. He wasn’t a student at the college, but Gabby, Jade and Emily had grown up with him. They all agreed Dylan deserved a beat down, but no one knew why Jameson had been at Neon Moon, or why he was the one to deliver the beating.

“Hey”

Savannah looked up and met Greg’s blue eyes. He looked tired, or was it concern? She wasn’t sure. He didn’t sit down. “Are you okay? You didn’t text me back last night”

“I’m fine” Savannah nodded. “Sorry I didn’t get back to you, there was a lot going on”

Greg looked uncomfortable conversing in front of the others. He slid the container of tips in front of her “I didn’t count it”.

“Thanks for grabbing this. Let’s count it so we can split it” Savannah motioned to the empty chair next to Jade.

“No. It’s yours. You got us the gig” he shrugged. “I was just the guy in the background with a guitar. Maybe you can text me later”

With that, he walked away, leaving the dining hall looking dejected. Savannah felt a pang of guilt. She should have texted him back last night. But her thoughts had been consumed by Jameson.