Page 6 of Claiming the Pack's Omega

“I’m just here because I need something from you,” I say.

“Oh? Something you need from me?”

“Yes. I need you to win tonight.”

His brows go up in surprise. “Oh really.”

“You say ‘oh’ an awful lot,” I huff.

“So you need me to win… Did you bet money on me or something?”

“Or something. I didn’t bet the money. But I’ve been assigned to be your ring girl tonight. I thought it’d be a good idea to come in here, introduce myself, and maybe give you a reason to win.”

“A reason, huh,” he says, his eyes drifting down again before he catches himself. “So you’re getting money if I win tonight? From some mysterious source?”

“It’s not so mysterious when you think about it. I’m getting my money the same place you’re getting yours if you win.”

“So you’re getting your money from The Warehouse,” he hums. “And this money is important to you?”

“If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be here right now.” I let the sultry, sex-kitten mask slip a little bit. I know he’ll catch it, with how intently he’s been watching me. “It’s really important to me.”

He nods. “Okay then, I guess I’m winning tonight’s match.”

Obsidian seemsdetermined to keep his fucking word.

I’m walking around the cage holding up the last round card for the fight. Obsidian sits in one corner, Razor in the other. One is decidedly in worse shape, and it’s not Obsidian.

I stare out into the bloodthirsty crowd, not looking forward to when I have to leave the cage again after the MC is done. The men here have been rowdy tonight, taking my presence near them as an invitation to grab at me.

Normally, I’m a lot better at avoiding those sorts of guys. But I’ve been distracted tonight.

I’m normally not a big fan of fights. I don’t like the blood.

But this fight has been different.

Obsidian fights quickly. Effectively. Powerfully.

He also fights with lots and lots of blood. I’m pretty sure he broke Razor’s nose last round.

If it weren’t for the ridiculous amounts of blood on the floor, splattering the mats in the cage, I’m sure there would be some people pissed at how quickly Obsidian is winning. A lot of people are unhappy tonight, probably because they didn’t expect the underdog to absolutely dominate.

Lots of people are going to lose money tonight.

Not me.

I step out of the cage, setting down the round card before doing my normal rounds around the cage as the MC announces the start of the match.

I see Lulu glaring at me from across the room.

After meeting Obsidian, I can honestly see why she’s so jealous that I’ve been assigned to be his ring girl. I’d be jealous too, and I don’t normally get jealous. There’s something refreshing about him. Something that feels safe. Which is a bizarre thing to say in a place like this, when he’s actively beating another man in front of me. But still. My point stands.

“Hey, omega,” a sleazy beta says, coming up from behind me and trying to grip my hips.

Shit, I got distracted again.

The beta’s scent of rust is almost drowned out by the stale smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

“Hands off, buddy,” I say, taking a step forward and trying to shove him off me.