Sidney
“My knot will ruin you for any other alpha. I’ve been told it’s a beast,” Vincent said as he leaned in, pitching his voice low and raising an eyebrow.
That was something that could've been very sexy from the right alpha, but the way he looked at me, like I should be fawning over him, meant he wasnotthe right alpha.
I wished that it was the worst thing I’d heard so far tonight. Did these lines actually work on anyone?
The pack in front of me couldn’t be worse dates if they tried. I’d spent the appetizer, entree, and now waiting on dessert hearing them inform me of all their many perceived accomplishments.
Darren was an accomplished tech guru who wowed the masses with his ability to fix systems. Chris was apparently such a good personal trainer that people came from all over the state to train with him. Now, their alpha, Vincent, was boring me with all his work accolades and flaunting their money.
What could an omega do other than swoon, right?
Gag. I’d rather be mucking out the stables than listening to another minute of this but every time I tried to end the date early, they’d talk over me.
God, I hated pretentious alphas.
When his weird ‘sexy’ talk didn’t work for me, he switched tactics back to his job, like that would win me over more. Everything they said reeked of narcissism and self-importance.
“I started out in a standard, low-pay position. Each year I put in the hard work and dedication until I climbed the ladder right up to CEO,” the alpha said, his chest puffing out as he spoke loud enough for the surrounding table to hear.
“Oh,” I said, a noncommittal sound coming from me but that was about all I could manage.
He gave me a smarmy smile that made my stomach turn. “It’s okay if you don’t have as prestigious a job, really we just need an omega who can cook us dinner, keep us…” he trailed off and let his eyes wander over me slowly enough to make me uncomfortable, “and come with us to events.”
“A trophy omega,” Darren clarified, just in case my tiny omega brain couldn’t keep up with their intellect.
“No thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes now. Fuck it, I wasn’t about to let this continue any longer. “My greatest accomplishment in life sure as hell won’t be ‘standing there and looking pretty.’”
Darren raised an eyebrow. “Don’t all omegas want that?”
“Sure, some. The rest of us have brains and use them,” I shot back. All three looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. Apparently, their tiny brains couldn’t comprehend why I wouldn’t want that life.
“Alphas are meant to provide for an omega, are we not?”
“We’re not scent matches. What happens when you find yours? I get a parting pat on the head and have to start over, no house, no assets, no income.”
They blinked at me for a moment.
“If you want an allowance, we can surely put that into the contract,” Chris said gently, trying to soften me up with a warm smile I didn’t buy for a second.
“A contract?” I said.
I couldn’t help but wonder just how many of these dates they’d been on, then subsequently rejected. This was an outdated pack with values not many shared anymore.
“Yes, we have it here if you’d like to see it. We prefer to keep things upfront.”
Whereas I could appreciate being blunt so there was no confusion, I couldn’t get over a relationship contract. We weren’t part of a dating agency… this was simply a date from PackVlog’s dating app.
Vincent reached down and grabbed a folder he had propped against his chair and handed it over. Curiosity got the best of me and I took it, opening the folder to find far too many pages.
They were quiet as I read, flipping through page after page and barely suppressing my laughter and frustration.
They couldn’t be serious? There were curfews, dress codes, dietary preferences that would be followed or face punishments.
When I got to the pages outlining punishments I nearly got up and left the table.Are they fucking serious?
Failure to adhere to the rules could result in punishment as follows: