Page 143 of Fallen Omega

He takes my chin and guides me to look at him and he brushes my mouth with his. “Wrong kind of punishable offense. You’re as much of a fraud as anyone inside. Less, really, since you don’t ever pretend to be something you’re not. Tonight, you’re out with a powerful alpha, and as my mate, my omega, with my mark.”

Knight doesn’t wait, he takes my hand and leads us in, and the maître d’ doesn’t even blink at the sight of me.

Of course, he’s all simpering eyes for the glorious Knight.

When we sit, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to enjoy myself. The menu is foreboding, and the wine list short and eye-wateringly expensive. But he just closes the menu and orders wine without looking.

“Baby, Liz, you’re here with me, relax,” he says and puts his hand on my thigh, instantly centering me on his touch, on him.

He’s wonderful company, full of jokes, and he draws me out, gets me to talk about Dad and my life, hopes, and dreams. And I find myself telling him the one thing I haven’t told anyone.

“I used to sing for my dad. Never publicly. But Dante’s threatened me with doing something on the stage, said it was a rule, even though there’s a part of me that does want to sing again.”

“Of course he made it a rule. But Liz? Dante could be right. Maybe you should sing for us.”

“I didn’t?—”

“You know, I’ve heard you sing, and you have the voice of an angel.” He tastes the wine when it arrives and nods approval. “Maybe we can do something about that. Try the wine.”

“But I’m not angling for a job or being on a stage. I wouldn’t know how to sing in front of others. I just meant…”

“I know what you meant.” He nudges the glass. “Try it.”

I do, and it tastes good. I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t think I have a palate to tell you anything beyond if I like it or not. And I like it.”

He grins, leans in and kisses me on the lips as his hand slides higher. “That’s okay, it’s all about if you like it or you don’t. The rest is noise.”

Knight orders dinner, and I don’t mind. He likes that kind of control and in a place like this, I wouldn’t know where to start with what to eat so I let him.

As we talk and eat, I’m aware of eyes on me, and from more than one female. At first, I think it’s because of him and how he looks. And then I realize itisbecause of him and who he is. To them.

Knight’s fucked them.

My stomach churns as I put down my fork on the chocolate whatever it is that melts and makes love to my mouth. “I need the bathroom.”

“Liz, anyone looking is just jealous.”

“I know.”

“Of you,” he adds.

“I know. They’ve slept with you and want another round.”

He frowns then grins. “Some. But I was talking about the guys looking. Bathroom... In the back past the palm trees.”

I wobble in my heels, feeling five-years-oldas I make my way to the back, past the palm trees and into a very low-lit hall.

“You didn’t heed my warning.”

The smooth, low voice almost makes me jump. The stranger’s scent is there, not as strong as before, but now the man makes himself known I can smell the rum, dark chocolate, coffee and smoke.

I whip around.

And he’s there. Blond, tall, good looking.

Dangerous.

That beats hard in my veins.

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