Page 17 of Violet

From A to V, the special gaggle of Omegas has been chosen. And as you read this, they’re in the Butterfly’s lair, presented likePEARLS OF CAVIARon a spoon.

Who will be the shining celestial body, the richest velvet? Who will be the falling star, the roughest cotton?

Time will tell.

Tick. Tock.

I do know the blonde Alicia D was stunning in gold. Actual gold. Jade L looked fantastic in—not green—red. Bold choice, butit worked.

And then there was a flower plucked from the garden. Simple, natural, a beauty. Miss Violet G in pale lavender. She was inside for the shortest time.

So…who will the Monarch choose?

Fill your honey pots because we’re going to find out real soon. You know I’ll be the one to break the news!

This Season-long tale has yet to begin…

- Queen Bee

CHAPTER

SIX

Stephan

The hot blonde I met at the bar after the damn picnic had all the markings of an uptown Omega slumming it. I didn’t ask if she was mated. She wasn’t wearing a mark, and she seemed a little too young to already be cheating.

But it takes all sorts.

Point is, I don’t care. She smelled good enough, drank enough with me to talk me into going to the hottest underground club, and then I fucked her in some low-rent back street room that charged by the hour.

Girls like her love that shit, and I just needed release.

Now, two days later, I still feel seedy. Some might call it regret; I just call it too much fun offered without much return. She wasn’t a virgin, and I didn’t come in her. Didn’t knot, either.

Omegas make that hard because sometimes, when you’re balls deep in one, the baser instincts surge and the need to knot overwhelms. It can cloud all common sense and reason.

Fuck that.

I’m more than hormones and nature.

I won’t knot in anyone ever again. I’m an Alpha from a long line of extremely strong Alpha blood. We tend to only produce Alphas. But love, a mate, children… They are not for me.

Not anymore.

And here I am boring myself.

In yet another bar, baseball cap on, I watch the traffic. The chaos.

The divide between the classes is strong in Sabine. Upper side’s genteel, lots of trees and foot traffic as well as sleek cars and limos. And parks. The big townhouses and properties help, too.

Then there’s the countryside in Sabine. That’s divided, too.

Grand fucking palatial grounds and houses for the rich, and villages where farmers work the land and many of the household staffers live.

There’s a divide, but I like the grittier side. It’s more real.

Fuck, someone should make a film about the poor or working class of Sabine.

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