Fuck!!!! I'm Having The Alpha Princess's Baby.

Third Person

Bambi and three of her friends stormed into the convenience store. They circled around, moving like annoying predators. Their heavy boots clattered loudly against the clean white floor tiles as they walked past the aisles, their eyes scanning the small shop like they were looking for an excuse to start trouble.

Then Bambi picked up a random item and walked over to where Faye and Malo were. She slammed a packet of cigarettes onto the counter. The plastic wrapper made a loud, sharp crack against the counter right next to their grocery bags.

While waiting for the cashiers to pack their items, Bambi tried to intimidate Malo. She didn’t focus on Faye but on Malo. Just as always, her target had always been him. She leaned her elbow heavily on the counter, blowing a breath out of her nose as she stared right into his face, trying to make him break eye contact.

"I need you to scan that for me. I’m in a hurry," Bambi said, pointing at the cashiers while nudging Malo aside. She threw her weight forward, using her shoulder to shove him right out of his spot in front of the register.

The guy stumbled, almost bumping into something. He tipped sideways toward a rack of candy bars, his arms waving wildly in the air as he tried to keep his balance. Faye caught him before he could fall.

"Can’t you see we were here first? Just wait in line," Faye said, giving Bambi a small shove backward. She planted her palm flat against Bambi’s leather jacket, pushing her away from their cart with enough force to make her boots slide across the floor.

Bambi stared at the spot where Faye had touched her. Her face twisted with irritation. Her lips curled back into a nasty snort, and she spat on the floor. The wet splat hit the linoleum right between Faye’s sneakers, making her blood instantly boil.

"Please don’t do that. That floor was recently mopped," Tisha said. She stopped packing the diaper pack, her eyebrows knitting together as she looked at the mess with a tired sigh.

Then Bambi turned her attention to Tisha.

She shoved the cigarette pack toward her.

"I said scan this so I can leave," she demanded.

"Please be patient. We’re currently short-staffed. After we attend to these customers, we’ll attend to you..."

Before Tisha could finish, Bambi grabbed the fully packed bag from her hands and scattered everything onto the floor, sending jars of baby food rolling across the tiles and boxes of formula sliding under the nearby shelves.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, girl? Why are you acting like some crazy lunatic?" Faye asked while Malo stood behind her. She stepped right into Bambi’s face, her fists clenching at her sides, Faye was ready to punch that girl.

Bambi ignored her. She didn’t even look at Faye, keeping her eyes locked onto the girl behind the register with a smug, arrogant grin.

When she turned back to Tisha, Beam was now standing in her place.

Beam had switched places with her girlfriend, dropping what she had been packing. She had stepped smoothly into the space in front of the register, her broad shoulders completely blocking Tisha from view. She showed no expression, but she clearly wasn’t pleased by what had happened. Her jaw was set like stone, her eyes completely dead as she looked across the counter.

Beam’s eyes locked onto Bambi.

"Pick that up," Beam said calmly. Her voice was entirely flat, carrying a quiet, dangerous chill that filled the front of the store.

Bambi looked Beam up and down, searching her vest for a name tag, but there wasn’t one. She let out a mocking laugh, checking the blank blue fabric over Beam’s chest.

If only Bambi knew who she was messing with.

"You must be new here. Why don’t you do your job and pick that up yourself?" Bambi said. She leaned closer, tapping her fingernails against the counter.

Her three friends stood behind her, trying to look intimidating. They crossed their arms, puffing out their chests and stepping closer until they were crowding right behind their leader.

Malo, on the other hand, simply shook his head. He knew they were messing with the wrong girl.

Someone second only to the Alpha and carrying enough anger issues to fuel a city that was Beam. The girl took no nonsense, and violence was her preferred language. She didn’t care about rules or consequences when someone crossed her line, especially not inside this store.

Especially when her father happens to be the Gamma Police Force’s Chief.

"Pick that up and get in line," Beam said again, even calmer than before. She didn’t blink, her posture completely still as she waited.

"What are you going to do if I don’t?"

"Are you going to pick it up or not?"

Bambi lean in to Beam’s face.

"Why don’t you make me?"

Well, Beam did.

She slapped Bambi so hard the girl spun almost one 180 degrees before her crew caught her.

The sharp crack of her hand hitting Bambi’s cheek echoed through the store like a gunshot.

Faye and Malo covered their mouths in shock. They were speechless. They just stood there with their eyes wide, completely stunned by how fast Beam had delivered the slap.

That was unexpected, Faye would have punched her if Beam did not.

One of Bambi’s friends, a large male who was older and much bigger than the girls, stepped forward and tried to punch Beam. He threw a heavy, wild right hook straight toward Beam’s face, his jacket rustling loudly with the movement.

Beam dodged.

Her head tilted sideways. She moved with perfect, effortless precision, letting the fist graze past her ear. She grabbed the man’s arm, twisted it, and drove an uppercut into his jaw. Her fist connected with a sickening thud, using his own momentum to send him flying backward.

He crashed onto the floor. His heavy body hit the floor hard, knocking over a display of magazines as he groaned in pain.

"Please don’t fight in here," Tisha begged. She reached out, her hands shaking slightly as she grabbed the edge of the counter.

She wanted Beam to stop, but Beam wasn’t done.

Beam removed her vest, she pulled the blue fabric over her head with a slow, deliberate movement, tossing it onto the register layout without a single word.

Then she stepped out from behind the register.

She snatched their leather jackets in her tight grips, hauling them backward through the front doors as if she were just taking out the morning trash. The remaining two bikers scrambled after her, looking completely terrified.

Tisha sighed as she stared at the door.

Her girlfriend was about to beat the shit out of them. She rubbed her temples, looking down at the scattered groceries on the floor with a completely exhausted expression.

She just wanted them to stop with the mess not the violence.

"Okay, Malo, bring the groceries. I’ll be waiting outside," Faye muttered, her eyes fixed on the door. She wanted a front-row seat to whatever beating was about to happen. She started to back up toward the exit, Faye’s curiosity getting the better of her.

"No, no, no. You have to help me pack all of this," Malo protested. He didn’t want to do it alone. He dropped to his knees, frantically grabbing the scattered jars and cans trying to stuff them back into a fresh bag.

"You were sent on an errand, so do your job," Faye said.

"These are your household groceries, and you added even more items to Princess’s list. Bambi and her gang should be the least of our problems. Let’s finish this and go home. My mother is asking for her daughter, and I left her at the clubhouse."

Faye had no choice but to help Malo. She let out a loud groan, dropping down beside him to help scoop up the loose baby food jars before the glass could crack.

By the time they finally stepped outside, Bambi and her gang were piled in a corner, bruised and beaten black and blue. They were sitting against the concrete wall of the alleyway, groaning and holding their ribs while their motorcycles sat completely forgotten near the curb.

Faye looked disappointed.

She had missed the actual fight. The pavement was completely quiet now, the whole thing over in less than two minutes.

Beam had already gone back inside the convenience store, and Tisha seemed to be scolding her for what she had done. Through the glass window, they could see Tisha waving her hands around while Beam just stood there, looking down at her sneakers like a kid who got caught breaking a vase.

"At least that’s going to take a few days to heal," Malo said. "A few days without unwanted traffic." He tossed the heavy grocery bags into the back of the van, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked over at the groaning bikers.