It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the stand pead of people that invaded the building were the Dallas pack. All dressed semi-smart. All in shirts and ties but with jeans and weird shoes.

I stood in the corner of Kerrigans office with my arms crossed. My long pink hair tied in a pony tail. A knife in my boot. Just in case. My black vest was tucked into my high waisted jean shorts. No way in hell was I getting fancied up for these bastards.

However, the rest of the council members had. They stood all smart and proper behind their seats. Kerrigan stood tall and strong next to me. As the Omega it was my job to stand and look pretty next to the Alpha when he has guests.

I blew a bubble of my bubblegum. Kerrigan peered over his shoulder. Glaring as he growled quietly in warning.

I roll my eyes. Not caring as the Alpha and his council members of the Dallas pack stepped into the board room.

I smelt him before I saw him. My body tingled as I stood behind Kerrigan, hidden from view. Goosebumps covered my pale skin. My hair standing on end. Almost as though an electrical charge had run through me. Feeling a little strange I took a step further back into the corner. Resting my back against the wall for a little support. No one noticed, or cared, as I stepped back into the shadows. Watching as hands were shook and greetings given before they take a seat.

My green eyes flick from each of the dogs that had entered. My senses trying to grasp onto anything to keep me sane.

Then, as my eyes begin to focus my eyes lock with his. The owner of the scent that had just caused mayhem in my head.

He was tall, stocky and wore a plain white shirt with a red tie. His hair slicked back and a full beard that made him seem rugged and untamable. Narrowing my eyes I tilt my head. Taking in the pure alpha vibe that radiated from him.

He leaned back in his seat lazily, smoking a cigar. His blue eyes staring down Kerrigan like he was something he'd stepped in repeatedly.

I saw Kerrigan stiffen. Not used to the 'fuck you' vibe this Alpha was giving out. I smile from the shadows. Loving the moment. Kerrigan had just discovered he wasn't the only bad arse around here.

Feeling a little more relaxed I step out of the shadows. Standing beside Kerrigan as I was ordered to. As if on que, Kerrigan grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his side possessively. I tried to look happy about it. But inside I was close to vomiting.

"Shall we get on with this god damn meeting or are we going to stand around and glare!" Kerrigan growls, gripping my hip hard. I flinch, trying not to whine.

The Dallas Alpha grins and shrugs. "Whatever."

"These are my terms: you will not hurt my people or invade my territory. If you do it's death on the spot. You will keep your fucking hands off my women and share 50% of all spoils if we ever require to." Kerrigan read off his demands quickly. Digging his nails into my soft flesh in annoyance. I close my eyes trying to keep my face from contorting in pain.

The newcomer didn't look taken aback by Kerrigans demands. In fact he didn't seem to care at all.

He simply stood up and gracefully stood nose to nose with him before growling deeply.

"Now, here are my demands. You let the girl go and I don't rip your arm off. You can keep whatever else but this young lady is coming with us. Far away from you."

I look from one to the other. Yanking myself away from Kerrigans grasp. Panting I soothe my ripped open hip. Blood trickling down my leg from Kerragans claws.

Whining, I move to leave the room. Wanting to attend my wounds. The new alpha grabbed my wrist to stop me as I was passing. Without leaving Kerrigans gaze he spoke to a young woman by the door.

"Cici, take this young lady outside and tend to her while me and the big shot mother fucking arsewipe finish up."

Cici, a small blonde woman about my age, takes my hand and leads me outside of the building to a trailer attached to a four by four Jeep.

Opening the door she leads me inside and pushes me towards a seat by the window as she gathers supplies. "Mighty lucky you, sweetie."

"Excuse me?" I ask. Squirming a little in pain as she comes back over with a first aid kit.

"Knox isn't an Alpha to trifle with." She gently begins to clean my wound. I hiss, but it goes unheard as she carries on rabbiting.

"He's good with his fists and has a nasty temper when he sees an injustice occuring." She says, chirping away. Her accent reminding me of a southern Maralyn Manroe.

"Why am I here?" I hiss as she jabs a cut hard with cotton wool to clean inside it. She shakes her head, shrugging. "No idea darlin', only one who can answer that is Knox."

She covered my wound in ointment then slapped on a large waterproof plaster. "All done, sweetie." I flinch as she slaps me. Moaning in pain before sliding down my shirt.

I begin to stand. Only to be stopped by the pack leaders piling into the trailer. Their clothes spattered with droplets of blood, their hair messy.

Gripping my hip I move towards them. My eyes wide in horror as Knox licks his bloody lips and winks. "Time to go sweetheart."