Page 2 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Reyna

D o I have any real idea of how I’m going to get Obsidian to win his match against one of the toughest alphas I’ve ever seen fight?

Nope. But a boatload of money is riding on me being able to, so I guess I’ll just have to figure it out.

I go down a few different back hallways.

I want to avoid the main floor right now.

When I’m dressed like I am, the guys on the floor seem to think they have a right to my time.

And my body. If I walk out onto the floor, I’m basically signing up to have some idiot—usually, an alpha, though the idiot gene also seems to present in betas—paw at me.

There it is: locker room two.

I give the door a light knock, but there’s no response, so I just twist the knob and step in.

It’s a pretty basic locker room, with tile floors, a few lockers, and a bench. There’s also a sink, bathroom, and shower through a door past this first main area.

What’s not basic is the man sitting on the bench in front of me.

My breath catches in my throat the moment his spicy pepper scent fills my lungs.

Oh fuck. Oh, fuck .

I’ve spent a lot of time around tons of alphas. Arguably, too much time. Never in my life have I experienced anything as delicious as him.

And this close-up? He’s the whole package.

His blonde hair is cropped close to his scalp in a buzz cut and when his sharp, bright blue eyes meet mine, I might as well start drooling right there. He’s hot.

My earthy, petrichor scent starts swirling around me, taking on the charged smell of ozone.

“I thought I told you I needed privacy—” He freezes when he sees me, his harsh glare turning a bit confused as if he expected someone else.

He quickly sets his phone back into his open locker as if he doesn’t want me to see what’s on the screen. It’s a fancy phone, one of the newest models. I guess underground fighting pays well.

Well, I know it pays well, considering I know what the bonus prize money is for tonight.

The reminder of the personal stakes I have for this interaction brings me back down to Earth.

Focus, Reyna, it doesn’t matter how hot he is.

“No need to be embarrassed, I’ve seen some pretty weird pre-fight rituals, jerking off isn’t that bad,” I shrug, taking a confident step toward him, the heel of my black go-go boots clicking against the tile floor.

“What?” He jerks back as if I just started speaking an alien language to him. “What’re you talking about?”

“Your phone,” I say, nodding down over at his locker as I stand in front of him. “Considering the way you hid it so fast, and the way you said you wanted privacy…” I trail off, offering him a practiced sultry smile and crossing my arms over my chest, pushing my tits even higher.

“You think I was watching porn?” he asks, his eyes lingering down on my chest as if they’re drawn there before jerking up back to my face.

“It can be our little secret,” I say, flashing him a wink.

I’m good at reading people. That sort of thing happens when you spend so much time around so many different kinds of people. I know he’s hiding something. I also know it wasn’t porn.

But whatever he’s hiding isn’t my business.

“I wasn’t—” He shakes his head, still confused. “Who are you? What’re you doing in here?”

I don’t miss how his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, breathing in my scent as I move even closer to him, holding out my hand to shake his.

“You can call me Raine.”

His hand reaches tentatively up to meet mine before he grasps it. I inhale sharply. His hand envelops mine in its warmth. The rough callouses on his palm scrape deliciously against me.

“Obsidian,” He nods, after a few seconds of soaking in my touch in the same way I’m soaking in his.

“I know.” I’m reluctant to pull my hand away, which is kind of making me internally freak out a bit. I never crave an alpha’s touch. Ever.

“Is Raine even your real name?”

“Is Obsidian yours?”

The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk that sends a jolt of awareness through my body. Holy hotness.

“Touché,” he says. “So then, Raine, are you going to answer my other question?”

“What?” I blink up at him, trying to remember what the hell we were even talking about.

He lets out this small huff of laughter, it’s not even really a full chuckle, but fuuuck, it still drives me crazy. I want him to make that noise in my ear as he fucks me.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

I need a cold shower. Or maybe a session with my vibrator. There’s obviously something wrong with my brain.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asks, his eyes dark with knowing.

With the way my perfume swirls around us, my thoughts on him might as well be projecting on the wall in HD definition.

“Maybe I just wanted to see the Obsidian up close and personal,” I shrug.

He lets out a soft hum at my answer. What is it with this man and my body’s reaction to the noises he makes?

“As much as I may want to believe that, something tells me that’s not the full story. If you’d wanted to talk to me, you could’ve done so before tonight. That other ring girl has.”

Ah, Lulu. So she has been talking to him.

I wonder why that makes the omega side of me bristle.

“Well, I didn’t say I wanted to talk to you,” I say, letting my eyes really soak him all in.

The hard planes of his muscled abs. The faint stretch marks along his bicep and his pecs, probably from when he put on the muscle he’s carrying. The way his hands flex at his sides when he sees how I’m looking at him.

Hot.

“I said I wanted to see you up close and personal,” I murmur.

He extends his arms out to his sides as if inviting me to take in my fill.

“Like what you see?”

He’s full-on grinning now and, oh my god, I’m such a goner.

I roll my eyes.

“You know damn well what my answer to that is.”

He chuckles as he crosses his arms over his chest, making his muscles flex.

“You’re right, I do know. Your perfume is giving you away. What it’s not giving away is what you’re doing in here tonight.”

I tap my fingers against my arm. To the outside eye, it would probably look like a nervous tic, but I’d be the last person to admit that the alpha in front of me actually has the power to make me nervous.

“I’ve seen you before,” he says, his voice low. “And I don’t get the impression you, you know, do this sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing do you think I’m in here doing?”

He runs a hand over his head, glancing away from me and up at the ceiling. “Well—I don’t know—a before-match party-favor? Warm-up? I don’t know what to call it.”

I raise an eyebrow. For a guy who seems so intense, so fierce in the ring, he seems almost sheepish right now, talking about getting sucked off before a match.

My eyes narrow and my jaw ticks and before I know it, my big mouth is opening and saying something stupid.

“Did Lulu offer that to you?”

His hand scrubs down over his face. All it does is draw my eyes to his jaw. His stupidly sharp, handsome jaw.

“Yeah, but I turned her down. It’s—it’s not my sort of thing.”

“Well, it’s normally not my sort of thing either, if I can help it” I shrug.

“Oh,” he blinks down at me, his brows drawing down again like he’s trying to figure me out.

Something tells me that I should just be honest about why I’m here. Or as honest as I can be.

“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 seems determined 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.