Page 7 of Such a Shy Omega (His Alpha Desires #8)

Heath

While Grant was getting a drink, I did what I could to make everyone have a good time.

From my vantage point, I could see into some of the playrooms and of course the main floor where the stations were.

Anyone could watch what went on there. My face lit up in flames at some of the sights even though I couldn’t picture myself in the place of any of them.

I sighed, scanning the area by the bar. There were several booths enshrined in shadows for privacy’s sake. But a short distance from the main floor was a conversation area. Tonight, several of the owners occupied a couple of the sofas and some chairs, engaging in lively conversation.

Among them was the man that’d I smacked into earlier in my haste to get to the bank and grab something to eat.

The one whose scent drove my wolf absolutely insane.

What was his name? Oh, right. I didn’t ask because I’d sputtered out some hi, no, me, sorry nonsense and gone on my way.

A brave omega would’ve stood there and introduced himself to the tall and beautiful alpha.

Maybe asked him for his number or out on a date.

Omegas asked alphas on dates, didn’t they?

It worked that way on a few shows I’d streamed.

Before my phone, I had never watched anything for entertainment. Ramsey had a TV in his home, but he said it was for him to keep up with the outside world and human news in case of a threat to our kind.

James, a pack friend of mine, told me that one time he was cleaning Ramsey’s house and, instead of the news, the alpha who’d killed my father for the title was watching some comedy show featuring humans. News, my ass.

Ramsey would lie about the color of beans he had for lunch if he thought it would gain him some favor with the company he kept. Not that he ate beans. Ramsey only ate meat, no matter what the rest of the pack could get hold of. Said it kept him strong.

Another lie.

He was a coward of the worst kind.

Back to the alpha at hand. He interacted with the others, comfortable, relaxed, his head back with laughter. Stroking his beard. He put his arm on the back of the booth seat, but was careful not to touch the omega next to him. One of the owners’ mates, I believed.

He pulled his glass full of some dark liquid to his full lips and took a small sip. So small that I wondered if he’d tasted the amber liquid at all.

Ours. The alpha is ours.

I sat up in my chair, forcing my gaze away. There was no way my wolf was making a claim to someone like him or anyone at all. I didn’t even know his name.

And I was not in the market or on the market for mating.

Despite my resolve, I turned my attention to the graceful way he held the glass. His lithe neck stretched as he tipped his chin back once more with a laugh. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the tiniest of sips.

To be under the warmth of his arm. Sitting next to him like those other omegas with their alphas. His thigh gently touching mine. To feel his breath waft over the skin of my face.

I groaned and shook my head of the images. Not only was it distracting me from my work, but it was silly, really, thinking of a stranger that way. He could be mated for all I knew.

If he was mine, I certainly wouldn’t let him come to the club alone.

Then a person went to the booth and tapped the alpha on the shoulder. The person leaned down and whispered something in his ear, making me sit up taller and lean in even though we were hundreds of feet away.

What was he whispering?

The alpha got up with a nod and followed the man to one of the rooms. I held my breath, tracking his every step.

Was he…was he going to play with someone?

Someone else?

Someone who wasn’t me?

Our mate. Someone else. Go down there and get him.

I rolled my eyes at my wolf’s candor. He was a beast, after all.

But he was right. This person who we were both obsessed with was going into a playroom with someone else. He was going to…I didn’t even want to think about it.

And I had no business thinking about it. He wasn’t mine. My wolf was losing his damned mind over him, but that didn’t make him mine.

Besides, someone who was mine wouldn’t be fooling around with someone else.