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She stares at my hand for several seconds before reaching forward. I drag her toward me, loving the wordless gasp that falls from her lips when she collides with my chest. “Camila Thomas,” she whispers.

Chapter nine

CAMILA

I’m shaking an Omega’s hand, giving him my name—the same Omega who just made me orgasm on the dance floor. The same Omega who’s currently looking at me like he wants to take me apart. The same fucking Omega who saw my damn list.

My cheeks heat as I try to untangle myself from him but he isn’t letting go. Embarrassment ruins the sex high as I bury my face into his chest. Sasha Fox isn’t just beautiful. He reminds me of Reid, an elegant Beta with a lean body and muscles lining his arms and chest. Sasha is a few inches taller than me and despite his designation, he’s stronger than I am.

And yet, I don’t feel forced to be here in this moment. I’m sure if I asked, Sasha would release me in a heartbeat. He’s pushing my boundaries but he isn’t forcing them. Case in point the way he asked me multiple times if I was okay, if I wanted more. God, I’ve never been so forward in my life. I can’t even blame the tequila. I’m a quiet drunk, usually.

If I wasn’t so horrified about our first meeting, I would continue to ogle him a little longer.

“Camila, buttercup, it’s fine.”

I don’t budge, unable to believe that. My throat tightens as I try to gather my emotions, hoping and praying that Sasha won’t actually catch me crying. That isn’t my go-to emotion but all of this shit is a little overwhelming. “I just… I need a minute. Please.” Sasha releases me slowly, dissecting my expression. It’s strange to be under his spotlight, to have an Omega’s full attention on me. My cheeks heat again as I clutch my purse at my side a little tighter to keep it from falling again.

“Will you be back?” Sasha asks. Such an innocent yet loaded question. I don’t know what to say to that. “I want you to meet my Alphas, officially, Camila.”

My eyes widen as I stare at the beautiful Omega in front of me. Reid and Violet have told me at different times that Omegas, once they find a mate, move quickly. They are territorial of their mates and I’ve seen it firsthand when Ethan was first dating Reid. There might have been two weeks before Reid was fully bonded into that pack. He doesn’t regret it but that’s too fast for me.

Too much.

To go from nothing to three men? That’s what Sasha is offering, right?

“Hey, Camila, hey. We don’t need to rush this. Goddess, you’re adorable. Come here.” His arms wrap around me again and it’s like his presence clears the unrest and anxiety in my head. “I knew you were mine the moment Amiri started talking about the Beta at the coffee shop but sucking your scent off Kolsen’s lips sealed the deal. You’re mine, buttercup, ours.”

I shiver in his hold, believing those words and yet still needing a moment to gather my thoughts. He kisses my forehead before he points to a door across the room. I scurry across the dance floor, head tucked as I speed toward the women’s bathroom. It’s just past the bar, a long hallway separate from the chaos of the club.

I let myself finally take a deep breath, my skin flushed with heat as I think about Sasha and his Alphas. The lingering desire has skyrocketed to absolute need, my pussy clenching around the ghost of Sasha’s fingers. This has to be the alcohol because the feelings swirling around in my chest are impossible. I just met these men. Swallowing down those thoughts, I push into the bathroom and set my purse on the edge of the sink before liberally coating my face with water until my face no longer feels hot.

“What am I doing?” I ask myself. “Why am I even here?” My eyes scan my form, the rosy cheeks and dilated pupils. The ghost of Sasha’s touch is everywhere, his thick scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket. There’s hidden notes of rum and coffee from his Alphas, a mixture that has me darting my tongue out to lick my lips to taste more of it. Heat bleeds through me as the flavors explode on my tongue and I grip the edge of the sink, my thighs pressing together.

Highly. Inconvenient.

My phone buzzes and I pull it out, Reid’s name rolling across the screen. “Hey,” I say lamely.

“Hey, yourself. You okay? Violet and Sofie have been looking for you. Said you disappeared with a Beta over half an hour ago.”

My face warms again and I sigh, realizing that that might be a permanent state of my cheeks for a while. “I’m good. I’ll come over in a little bit.” That’s not convincing at all but how do I explain that I found my mates over the phone? And that they’re the owners of the club? No doubt my luck will run out and there’s someone in the stalls listening in to spread rumors later.

I dry myself off and gather my belongings before heading out of the bathroom only to run into Teo. His eyes light up as his hands fall to my arms, a smile spreading across his face. “Camila!” He slurs. “Just looking for you.” My disinterested groan is the wrong response as he tugs me against the opposite wall, barring my escape. A quick nut shot might work again but the way he’s angled with his hips away from me means my short legs might miss.

“That’s nice. You should go find your fiancé.”

“No, no,” he hiccups. “You… my Beta.”

I narrow my gaze at him, wondering what game he’s playing. There’s absolutely no reason for me to agree to his proposal and for him to find me while he’s drunk and leaning to the right is pitiful. It makes me think that I’m more than just a pack Beta to him but he’s got his head stuck so far up his own ass that he can’t see it. Too bad that I’ve already moved on.

In less than twelve hours, I’ve been showered with more attention than Teo has given me over the past three months. Choosing my mates whom I barely know over this bastard seems like a wise choice. “What do you want, Teo? Like, truly? Because you seemed awfully happy with Penelope wrapped around you earlier. Asking me to be your pack Beta is an insult.”

He shakes his head and then stumbles forward, my face scrunching up in disgust. He smells like tequila. God, if he throws up on me, I will throat-punch him. “Still love you, Camila.”

Well, this is embarrassing. I’m also not falling for it. The version of me three months ago might have fallen over backward for this confession but now? Teo can go to hell, especially when one of his hands raises to caress my face. I’m faster, jabbing at his neck so that he jerks back, coughing and sputtering. His expression darkens, his aura thickening until I know he’s about to rage. He rushes toward me, my bag flying across his face to throw him off guard. That grants me a frustrated growl as he staggers back and I thank God that he’s as drunk as he is.

“Don’t touch me, asshole. You made your choice. Everyone at church saw you choose Penelope. You don’t get to come back to me after all that. It also happens that I don’t really like you so all those pent-up feelings need to find somewhere else to go.” God, it feels so great to get those words out but staying here any longer isn’t going to help me. Teo probably won’t even remember this conversation.

I spin on my heel, sighing as I realize Sasha is standing there, rage lingering in his expression. He really doesn’t resemble an Omega and with the fierce look on his face, he reminds me of a feisty little Alpha, one that has his sights on Teo. “Is this him? That Teo guy?” Sasha spits out. He stalks toward me, his attention shifting to my face as his fingers grip my chin. Despite the tense situation, his touch is soft just like his Alphas. “Did he touch you?”

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