Free Alpha's Last Fight: A Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Romance by Aubrey Rose, Molly Prince Page A

wasn’t so close to me, I wasn’t scared of losing myself and hurting him. The monster had subsided inside me, its roar now a dull hum in my bones. “Maybe you should have told me about this place before taking me here. I had no idea, Tommy.”
    “I should have known that you would overreact like this.”
    “I’m not overreacting.” Breathe in. Breathe out.
    “I should have known you would lose control.”
    “I didn’t!” My voice rose, and a few of the spectators looked over at us. I lowered my voice. “I didn’t.”
    “Don’t lie to me, Natalie,” Tommy said. I could hear the pure hatred in his voice. I didn’t know what I had done to make him so angry with me, but I hated him at that moment. I hated him for bringing me here, for showing me this, for getting me all worked up and not supporting me through it.
    “I’m not lying,” I said through gritted teeth. “If I’d lost control, Tommy, you would know it.”
    We stared at each other and I saw realization dawn in his eyes. They widened slightly, then narrowed again.
    “Are you threatening me?”
    “Tommy—“
    “After everything, this is what you do to me? After I take you out for a nice evening, after I find a place where you can see others like you? You have no idea what I’ve done for you. You ungrateful bitch .”
    “Get away from me.”
    My voice was low, shivering. I didn’t know what was happening inside of me, but I knew that Tommy was making it worse.
    “Nat, don’t be an idiot.”
    “Get away from me!”
    One of the security guards stepped forward.
    “Is there a problem here?” he asked.
    Tommy looked over at me with slitted eyes, then smoothed the front of his shirt.
    “No problem,” he said. “I was just leaving this young woman alone. Like she asked .”
    He walked away toward the parking lot. I stood and watched him go. Fine. Let him leave. I could just call a cab.
    One problem with that: I hadn’t brought my phone. Oh, well. There was sure to be a place inside where I could make a call. I took a deep breath and headed back into the warehouse, against the stream of the crowd.
    The crowd wrapped around me, pushing past to get outside. I could barely see over the heads of the people around me. Ducking to one side, I found a waitress slipping past with a tray full of empty pitchers.
    “Excuse me?” I said.
    “Whaddya want?”
    She looked down at me from under lidded eyes. I could feel the contempt oozing from her words as she looked me over. I saw myself as she saw me: frumpled, my dress stained with sweat, completely out of place.
    “I was—is there somewhere I can make a phone call?”
    “Anywhere you got a phone,” the waitress said.
    “No, I mean, is there a phone I could use?”
    “Here?”
    “Somewhere in the back, maybe?” My eyes swept around the warehouse that was quickly clearing out. Surely there would be an office of some sort.
    “Lemme guess, you want to go back to the locker rooms just to make a call.”
    “Yes,” I said. “Yes, can I—”
    “Listen,” the waitress said. “You townie bitches want to fuck the fighters, you get to them when they’re still in the ring. You ain’t getting back there with them now, not if they didn’t choose you to come.”
    “No, I didn’t mean—I didn’t want—”
    But the waitress had already turned on her heel and left me standing. I flushed hard. I turned to a couple stumbling toward the exit.
    “Excuse me,” I said. “Do you have a cell phone I could use?”
    The woman shook her head and looked up at the man.
    “I don’t get reception out here,” he said, obviously annoyed at my question. They walked away, and I watched them go.
    I asked another woman, who shrugged and ignored me. Nobody would help. All around me, people were pushing to get out of the warehouse. Surely one of them would have to have a phone. But everyone I asked either brushed me off or told me no.
    Two guys in jeans and button down shirts walked past; one of them eyed me, his