Page 2 of Talk About… Rivalry

Spanking

Withholding of affection

Withholding of omega budget

Sleeping without the pack

Correction of behavior by the pack alpha

“Is this a joke?” They stopped whispering and looked at me.

“I assure you, this is not a laughing matter. We like things our way and any omega of ours would agree that this is fair and equitable for both parties.”

“I’m shocked that any lawyer drafted this for you to be honest,” I said, completely blunt now. There was no chance in hell I’d entertain this.

I may not have heats, or the ability to scent others, or even my own scent, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be a doormat for a pack like this.

“You know what, I think this date is over. This contract is honestly disgusting and I would not be shocked if you spend the rest of your lives alone. Hell, even your scent match won’t want you unless she’s looking for a pack of sugar daddies,” I said as I gathered my things.

The waiter arrived then, ready to refill our glasses but there was not enough wine in the world for this night. I’d driven an hour into the city for this shitshow and I was ready to run.

Just as I turned around, an omega stumbled into me.

“Sorry,” she started, glaring at the old woman behind her who’d knocked her over. I started to reassure her when the pack stood and she stiffened, eyes widening and nostrils flaring.

“Mates,” she breathed out, her eyes immediately narrowing on me. “Why are you on a date with my pack?”

“Wait… you are together? What the hell?” I demanded, turning my glare onto the men.

“No, we’ve never met her before,” Darren started but gave her a smile. “I’m Darren.”

“Megan,” she said, her look softening as she took them in. “It’s a pleasure to meet such a handsome pack.”

“Don’t worry, you can have them,” I said, more than eager to hand them over. I grabbed my bag and tried to leave. “I really should be going.”

“You should,” Megan huffed.

“Here,” I said, handing over the ridiculous contract to her. “This is what your mates think of omegas.” Megan glared at me but snatched the paper, not bothering to read it.

Maybe she was the right omega for them.

“She means nothing to us, it was just a date,” Vincent said quickly. “A placeholder for our scent match. She wasn’t much to look at anyway, and quite boring. But you, my dear omega, are gorgeous.” He let out a low whistle that had her blushing and fluffing her blonde curls.

She cast another look at me. “Stay away from them. Don’t embarrass yourself now. Just walk away.”

The venom in her tone had me letting out a laugh. She looked at me and stomped her foot like a child, an awful screech coming from her mouth before she stalked off, glancing back to make sure they followed. When they did, she smirked at me before continuing her stomp through the dining room.

“Did they just leave you with the bill?” the waiter asked, jaw dropping as he watched them walk right out the front door.

“Apparently,” I frowned, realizing they had. Not only was it the full bill, but they’d ordered fancy wine and expensive meals. “Fuck.”

“Look, I hate shitty alphas. I’ll separate the bill and give you yours. They made the reservation so we have information and can put them on our ban list and report them to the cops,” he said. “I live for sticking it to awful people with more money than sense.”

“I have their full names and links to their profiles,” I said with a grin. “Actually, put their dessert on my bill as well and pack it to go.”

“Solid choice,” he said, hurrying off. I took my seat and took another sip of water, letting the cool liquid calm me down.

This was going in the books as one of the worst dates in the history of the world. Right up there with the asshole who announced to the entire bar that I was a broken omega.

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