Page 16 of The Omega Archives: Part One

I nearly collided with the person yanking the door open. “Oh!”

“God, I’m so fucking sorry, I wasn’t even paying attention.”

“I’m sorry.” I was just a menace today, running into everyone.

Before I could apologize anymore, or maybe just run back to the library and hide away for the rest of the day so I could start over, I looked up at the man in front of me. My lips parted, trying to say something, clearly, but I wasn’t sure what.

He had the most charming smile, face bright and freckled. The expression lit up his amber eyes.

He was adorable and a beta who spent a lot of time in the sun.

God, he was cute.

“It’s all good. Please, go ahead.” The guy gestured for me to step inside and in front of him in the short line.

“Are you sure?” I checked my watch, blinking rapidly as if I had something in my eye as I looked away from the short, yet utterly handsome guy in front of me.

My insides were going wild, filled with not butterflies, but bees buzzing inside of me like I was their hive screaming to get out– to run.

To jump on top of him and kiss the hell of out whoever this adorable man was.

There was still time before I could throw this idea and run home to eat more dry muesli out of a bowl.

Not to jump him of course.

But for coffee. Tea? Tea would be the better choice with how my brain was acting.

The beta waited for me to step ahead of him.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t been around a lot of people other than Rita and a few of her beta friends in the past few months, but today my nose was on top of it all, screaming.

Whoever the beta was behind me, he smelled like the freshest, most comforting thing I could imagine.

Like marshmallows and cool morning air.

“Hello? Ma’am? Excuse me?” The barista waved me up to the coffee counter.

Chapter

Five

CAL

Ijust ran into the cutest little beta I’d ever seen.

“I think it’s your turn.” I gestured next to her as the barista asked her for the second time what she wanted to order.

The beta jumped in place before her eyes widened at the barista. “Oh, right. Thanks.”

I chuckled, letting her go.

“Can I have a chai latte, please?” she asked.

The barista dipped her head. “Twelve or sixteen ounces?”

“Twelve is fine.” The beta in front of me picked through a change purse for loose cash. Her brow furrowed as if she was thinking something through.

Before she could strain herself, I had my wallet out and handed the patient, yet rudely glaring, barista my card.

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