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Haze (1/3)
Buzzing heat was pouring from the small entrance, charged with some kind of dangerous warning.
A more experienced Beta officer, Larson, was quick to scatter the crowd piling up in the street. This was a tricky situation, which should be dealt with discretion and caution. It had to be solved before more would be involved.
“Simon, use tear bomb if necessary,” He ordered, “and call for reinforcement, I need all-Beta team.” As Simon went to do as he was told, Larson turned to his men. Some of them were sweaty, gurgling sounds rumbling in the base of their throats, and backs arched. They were on edge, that was easy to tell. “Go take a walk, boys!” He glared at the most tensed man, and shoved him backward, “Take your car and leave the area.”
“But sir—” The muscled man protested.
“Do as I say.” He stared at him until he backed down. With irritation, Larson mumbled to himself, “god the Alphas are unbearable.” He knew they were not to blame, it was only biological reaction and his men were showing remarkable restraint, but apparently not enough. This was the reason why every Alpha needed a Beta partner on the beat, so in cases like this, they could take charge and actually think with their head.
When reinforcement finally arrived, the unrelated people were evacuated, and judging by the sound of growling, punching and glass breaking in the club, they knew they were dealing with no less than half a dozen enraged Alphas.
Larson strode in with confidence, leading a group into the darkened space. Just one step in, he could swear that without the mask he would’ve fainted.
Simon, behind him, complained, “Jesus, that godawful smell!”
The entire club had maybe one or two lights remained intact, glasses crunched under their boots. In the air, the stench of castoreum was heavy, not the diluted, mellow kind, but absolutely pungent and savage. Unmated Alphas, a lot of them. It smelled even more repugnant when mixed with drying sweat and confined in a room.
Alpha’s smell could be a little too much for Betas sometimes, especially when they were infuriated. That explained the fleeing crowd minutes ago.
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Author:
I know the last few chapters of Criminal have been a little dull. And it’s been difficult to write too. So I kinda wandered off track and thought it might do me good to write something new.
I have no intention to make anybody uncomfortable. I just wanted to introduce you guys to something I found and liked if you aren’t already.
Peace and love,
Robyn
BETTE with a penis and TINA what more do u need besides a bed. on to the next chapter.
Dang missy!..swallow me n spit me out!..yur post is nuttier than a 5lb. fruitcake!..git’er did!…shor’s different!..w/o a shadow of a doubt yur a class act!..youse got you self some imagination…so’s I’s just gone sit back n let you drive!..I’s in it fer da ride!…Thx RobynT….xo \(+_+)>
Holy shit! !! … Roby! this was the beginning … as
could set, and large, different, interesting, you
You have my full attention.
I want to see how far you will take us.
The complete constellation.
I will say it again and many times as you continue to write these brilliant stories… My little Robbie, you are Ana amazing and talented writer! I mean this here is just good entertainment and I loved it…lol to your author notes as always but my gosh this is about to be interesting, I’m excited to read on. Nice, nice, nice, nice work!!!!