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Alpha’s Desire
Jared
Three months I’ve been hard for this human.
I know, woe is me, right? Try telling that to my c**k when she’s up on that box in her miniscule shorts doing her little go-go dance for all the patrons of my Alpha’s nightclub.
Angelina. The red-headed dynamo who single-handedly transformed Eclipse into the happening place in Tucson on Saturday nights.
And right now some asshole just put his hands on her thighs.
I shove my way through the nightclub, ready to pound skulls. Lucky for me—unlucky for the handsy asshole—that’s my job.
Heat is coming off the crowd in waves. The music is thumping. The clubbers part to make room for my hulking frame. I carry two hundred and twenty pounds of solid, tattooed muscle. Not many try to mess with me or any of the other b
