Jonah
I knew the moment she marked him, I’m pretty sure the entire city did, I felt it. And I also felt Kaif stir and shove forward, though not out of anger, more curiosity, so I know she marked Kaif.
The bond surges and my mark heats on my neck, tingling, making me shiver as the bond grows stronger than ever. I have only just stepped out of the fire exit when it sounds like a bomb goes off. The windows are blasted, bursting and raining glass down everywhere. The power goes out, causing absolute chaos. Screams ring out from every direction and cause a stampede in the foyer as people flee.
Panicked people scream and rush out of the building. Some scream about terrorists while one of my smartass employees, Ben, screams out “it’s aliens,” to frighten them more. I click my tongue and shake my head. Humans are so gullible! Walking over to the foyer desk, I see security staff rushing everywhere. I have already mind-linked to let them know what is going on.
“Get all First Aid officers out here. They will be needed,” I quickly add through the link. No doubt people must have been injured by the exploding glass. Sirens blare loudly outside. Even the Tornado signals are blaring in the street, not that we ever get Tornados here.
When I stop next to Ben at the foyer desk, he is talking to staff on the walkie-talkie. It is a waste of time if you ask me, with all employees being a werewolf and part of Kyan’s Pack. Yet, we have to keep up appearances, so it is also kind of necessary.
“Kyan’s lost the plot?” Ben asks. His white button-up shirt has minor tears, and blood drops from where he was sprayed with glass. Although he is already healed, he looks like a bloody mess. His sandy blonde hair is sticking up in every direction.
“Nope, Marabella marked Kaif,” I tell him.
“Kyan will have fun explaining this one away,” Ben states. Nothing that can’t be put down to natural disasters. I can already see earthquake headlines. “He’ll handle it. Money talks, something he has plenty of,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Ambulances are on the way, and so is an electrician. Security is monitoring the Casino. All the machines went down. And everyone else is playing medic. I sent Scott to assess the damage,” he tells me, and I nod just as the backup generators kick in and light up the place. Now, with better visuals, I can see the destruction at total capacity.
Walking out the front of the casino, the street isn’t much better. Buildings are cracked, signs broken, and cracks in the road. It is complete chaos. I walk back inside with a sigh, deciding authorities would take care of everything outside the Casino. They are all in Kyan’s pocket, anyway. Just another thing he will have to handle.
“Alpha?” Ben calls from the foyer desk, waving me over with his hand. Glass crunches under my shoes as I make my way back to the white counter. He is looking at a laptop, and I walk around the counter to see what he is looking at.
“We have nine hundred and eight patrons staying in the hotel tonight. What do you want me to do?” he asks, clearly a little worried.
“Send someone to check their rooms and make sure everyone is accounted for. Send security and medics up to each floor. All those staying issue refunds, and give vouchers for next time if they ever return. Also, see if there are any available hotels off the main street that have vacancies for those wanting to leave,” I tell him. Ben nods, writing everything down on a sticky note while I turn to go check the bar area, walking away from the chaos.
Despite the explosion, most of those in the bar area think it is more reason to keep drinking. Macy is working behind the bar with Soyer. Both of them are still serving. Macy smirks as I approach.
“What’s up, boss?” Soyer asks as I approach. I walk around the counter to the registers, which have been opened manually since the generators won’t run them. They mainly only power the elevators, lighting, fridges, and security cameras.
“Call the last round on the house, get the cashboxes to the safes and start to clean up.” They both nod, and Macy slides a glass of whiskey across the counter, full to the brim. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she whistles, nodding toward my crotch.
I look down at the front of my pants and curse. “Fuck!”
Macy laughs, serving someone before waving their money away. I scull the glass hoping it will help mute the bond, but now she has pointed it out; I am smashed with the feelings through the bond. Their arousal is going to the forefront of my mind.
“Suppose I know where you are going then,” Soyer laughs while I try to readjust myself. Why didn’t I wear underwear? I tap the counter, and Macy laughs, sliding another glass over to me.
“You’re not heading up?” Soyer asks when I scull the glass before walking over and grabbing the bottle.
“No, they only just sorted things out. I will let them have a moment,” I say, tipping the bottle to my lips. I chug a few mouthfuls and shake my head as heat rushes through me, burning down my throat and into my stomach.
“Well, I am off to hide somewhere no patrons are,” I chuckle, about to walk out of the small bar door when Macy rushes over to me. She takes off her apron and tosses it at me, and I groan at the tent I fucking pitched.
“It won’t hide it,” I tell her, tossing it back to her.
“Worth a try,” she laughs, flicking her chocolate brown hair over her shoulder and pulling it in a bun on top of her head. I head out to the staff areas toward the security office.
I instantly get laughed at by Daniel as I walk past his desk. He is the head of security, an older gentleman with graying hair and a beard that goes to the middle of his chest that is always braided. His eyes crinkle as he laughs and snorts at my erection.
“Fuck up, you old fossil,” I snap at him.