Page 16 of Claimed By the Alpha Wolves

“Well, we’re certainly not wolves in the sense that all of you are,” I say.

His gaze lingers on my face. “My mother is an omega. And while my father runs the pack, he couldn’t function without her. He needs her just as much as she needs him.”

I find that hard to believe, but I don’t say it. I’d never seen much of alphas and omegas interacting, but I couldn’t imagine such an imbalanced relationship could end in anything but the omegas being used and hurt.

When we reach my door, I unlock it and start to go inside, and the alpha clears his throat. I should be nervous, being alone with an alpha so far away from the party, but I already feel like I can trust this one. Which is stupid. A terribly stupid idea that should have me worried.

“What’s your name?” he asks, looking me over, an eyebrow raised.

“Why?” I ask playfully. “So you can report me?”

He chuckles, jerking his chin in the direction we came from. “If anyone is getting a talking to, it’s going to be me for sending that servant away and keeping you out of the ballroom. I just feel like, if I’ve spent the night with a beautiful woman, I should know her name.”

We look at each other for a long moment, then I smile at him. He has a magnetic quality to him that’s hard to resist. “It’s Faye,” I say, nodding at him once before I close the door and lock it, heart pounding in my chest.

Sliding down my door, I stare at the ground, unsure how to feel. I faced Kurt tonight, an idea that has haunted me since the day my brother died, and I survived. Barely. And I met an alpha who made my heart race in an unfamiliar way, and another alpha who treated me kindly.

It had been a weird night.

EIGHT

Cayson

She’s gone.The second I turned back to find the tiny blonde after getting those dumbasses off the balcony, she’d slipped back into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.

How the hell can she do that? Andwhywouldshe do that?

I’m pushing through the crowds of people in the ballroom, who’ve all forgone any sense of formality and are grinding on each other, the girls with their skirts hiked and the men with their suit jackets undone, ties hanging loosely from their collars. It’s a scene of complete debauchery, one that I’d normally be all for enjoying. Hell, I’d be the number one guy out there. But I have no interest in it tonight. I just want to find the girl.

How can I not smell her?Natural scents, perfumes, and sweat fills the air. But still, I feel like I should be able to smell her, like her scent of lavender and vanilla would draw me to her like a beacon. Surely, she wouldn’t leave the ballroom. An omega could get into serious trouble for leaving the ballroom without a valid reason.

So where is she?

I just want to get close to her again and smell her scent. It was intoxicating. It made me feel like… almost like I couldn’t control myself.

A shudder runs through my body.What would have happened if those buffoons hadn’t interrupted us?

The truth is, I would have done bad things to that little omega. I would’ve pushed her up against that wall and fucked her on the balcony until she wasn’t a shy wilting thing any longer. She’d be grabbing onto me, screaming my name, and I know I would’ve come hard. Harder than I’d ever come before in that tiny body of hers.

“Hi there,” someone says.

I come to a stop in front of a gorgeous woman. She has dark brown hair with long strands of tinsel woven in. Glitter covers her entire body, and her makeup is dark and bold, with strong eyebrows and brown lipstick. I’m drawn to alternative girls, and her sleek black dress hugs her body in all the right ways.

Except, something’s wrong.

Looking at her, I’m waiting for that familiar feeling to come over me, but I’m just filled with frustration. Frustration that she’s the one standing in front of me. My brain is hooked on the omega from the balcony. So much so that even as the girl in front of me steps closer, her hand resting on my waist, I can’t even think about how good it should feel, or wonder what her body looks like under her dress.

“Hi yourself,” I hear myself say, my voice coming out deep and even.

As if on autopilot, my hands move to her hips as well, and we start to dance, her putting her hands above her head and shaking her hips in front of me. It’s weird how detached I feel from her and this whole place. I’ve never felt like this before and the instinct to push her away before the little omega sees me is overwhelming.

“I feel like you were looking for someone,” she says, looking up at me through her lashes. “Do you think you found her?”

This woman is skilled. She, like most omegas, has been taught to attract the attention of a man. It’s usually a spell that I let women weave on me, at least for a little while, but instead I’m focused on the woman on the balcony.She didn’t seem the least bit of a seductress, so what was it about her?

“I definitely found something I like,” I murmur, running a hand down her hair and watching as she spins around, pressing her ass into my crotch. I skim my hands up and down her sides, dancing with her like I would dance with anybody. No matter how strange and uncomfortable it feels.

Then I see that omega again in my mind. Her neck, exposed, tipping back as I leaned in. I see the way her pulse jumps through her skin. Her scent, light and sweet, like something I could use to cleanse my palate. Literally a tall drink of lemonade on a hot day. Like jumping into a pool of cool water in Italy.

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