Page 184 of Omega for the Pack

Living paycheck to paycheck was hard sometimes, and I wanted a better life for my three-year-old son.

“Sorry,” I said, flipping my long red hair out of my eyes. “The babysitter was late.”

I didn’t have a choice but hire the cheapest help I could find. The teen babysitter relied on her parents for a ride to my apartment. My son loved her, so that was all that mattered.

“It’s time to fire your babysitter,” said Bruce gruffly. “The customers are waiting. I could already see the wads of cash in their hands.”

“Alright, alright,” I said, trying to move past him.

“Hold on a moment, honey,” he said in a low voice, capturing my chin in his hand. I instantly turned away from him.

“We’re not a thing anymore, Bruce,” I said. “I meant it last week.”

I had been sleeping with Bruce since he saved my ass while I lived in his house. Sex with a human wasn’t exactly satisfying, but it helped when my omega self felt a little frisky. When Irealized that he was starting to develop actual feelings- that was when it was time to pull away.

“We’re not done talking about this,” said Bruce, scratching his beard in frustration. “Go on in then.”

Sighing, I walked into the establishment and was immediately hit by the smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol. Even from the back, I could smell it all. Going into the dressing room, which led directly out to the stage, I lowered my bodysuit down my chest to show more cleavage and adjusted my bra. The bra was black and glittery, which matched my leggings. I fluffed my hair and put on a fresh coat of red lipstick.

Smacking my lips in the mirror, I twirled, satisfied with my appearance.

My heart was beating in anticipation of the loud music in the club. Then, leaving my things in the dressing room, I took a deep breath and waited for the next song to start.

Once on the stage, I gyrated to the beat of the music as the strobe neon lights flashed over our bodies. I danced with three other women, but the males let out a giant cheer when I stepped onto the stage. The other women, dressed in nothing more than lingerie and high heels, seductively moved their bodies to the music while the men watched with hungry eyes. Letting the music take over me, I swung around the pole while staring at the crowd of men with hooded eyes. The door to theRed Light Loungeopened, and from the side of my eye, I noticed three males enter the room. Something about their entrance changed the energy in the room. Something didn’t feel right.

My heart beating fast, I twirled around the pole and took a good look.

One of them was as handsome as the devil himself. He had dark eyes, wavy black hair, and clear olive skin. He was broad-shouldered and imposing, his large frame dwarfing all themen. His eyes darted to me, and his mouth pulled up into a mischievous smile.

Heart pounding, I nearly slipped off the pole.

He was a fucking alpha.

Was he here to take me back to the Royal Pack? Did they send him here?

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JACK

“She’s pretty hot,” said Ryan, my beta pilot with glasses and shaggy blond hair. He had caught me checking out the beautiful dancer on stage.

“Indeed she is,” I muttered into my cup as I watched her dance.

The fiery, redheaded woman on stage caught my eye.

She had striking green eyes that sparkled in the stage lights, and her long, wavy hair in pigtails cascaded down her sides in curls. She was tall and lean, with curves in all the right places.

God damn.

“I’ve never seen a human so captivating. Almost like an omega, wouldn’t ya’ say?” said Liam, who was a delta. He was the bodyguard of the group assigned to me from the Royal Pack.

“Mhm,” I said, sipping on my bitter drink. When she took a break, she was immediately surrounded by thirsty human men demanding her attention. “I think I might go for a private dance.”

“I thought your rule was not to have sex with human women,” grunted Liam.

“I’m not having sex,” I said. “Dude, it’s just a dance.”

Liam’s face cracked into a wide smile. “Go ahead then. Play with fire, my man.”

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