Mine

Alpha's POV:Mark

Author note:

Yes, this is a short chapter. I just wanted to preview the alpha's pov.

You won't ever preview Jax's thoughts.

 Mark Collins came into the Fantasy Nightclub with his sexy wife on his arm just knowing he'd be the envy of every man there. He always was. He loved to see the way they stared at him knowing if they wanted a piece of his wife they'd just have to stoop low and beg him.

Mark's beautiful wife, Amelia loved the attention as well. Mark was always confident in the fact the two had an open relationship because Amelia always made him feel like he was king of his castle. The second they stepped into the club the two separated. Mark began to survey the room. He came alive with the sounds of sex all around him.

"Professor," he heard.

He turned. He was only called that name in one of two setting; the classroom and the bedroom. This girl looked familiar. Too familiar. That hair, that dress. He did know her. "Alana," he stepped forward. Wow, in class she always wore high fashion, but this. That dress, goodness. "Alana."

She laughed, a soft sweet innocent sound. "Yeah, hi professor."

"I've never seen you here before." Several things ran through his mind. He had some inert reason to want to hold her close and protect her from this place. Mark knew she was young, far too young to be in a place like this.

Mark noticed her a bit distracted. "I'm new."

Wait, she wasn't even twenty one. How'd she get in? "Oh, the belly dancer."

He turned to the sound of his close friend, Alex. He was drunk. He always was by the time he came into this club. He's a big teddy bear to the ladies though. He's soft and only really cares about making love.

Wait, what did he call her. "Belly dancer," he asked.

Mark watched Alana's face flame with heat. He would've liked to have seen that. Damn, the headache he had last night. "You sexy thang," his friend called her. Mark didn't appreciate that. He could already feel an intense protection for the girl. His friend turned to him. "Mark, you missed it. This girl was in here shaking it so hard yesterday everyone wanted a piece, but she offered it up to Jax. The Jax. In five seconds, Jax had this girl playing with herself so hard she screamed out. Jax, the boss." 

Damn, Mark thought. Now, he really did wish he would've come yesterday night.

Jax, though, that was pretty surprising. Yes, Jax is probably the richest or one of the top rich guys that frequent this place. He usually just watches. And Alana, masturbating in front of everyone. Mark's mind was completely blown. She didn't even try to deny it. "Is that true?"

She nodded. Wow, Mark realized that he'd never be able to get the image out of his head and he never wanted to.

"Shake your ass again," Alex declared.

Alana shook her head. "I'm not wearing the right clothes."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Jax has claim on her. He just walked in. He doesn't like people with his toys."

Alana's body moved to look toward the door. If Mark had any disbelief that just proved them right. She did belong to Jax. Damn, everything was true.

Mark had missed his chances with her.

He felt a hand press against his back. He glanced over to see his sexy brunette wife beside him. The question in her eyes wanted to know who he was speaking to. She could always read his posture, and face. She knew he was feeling something for the person in front of him.