Page 10 of Such a Shy Omega

Heath

Sleeping during the day somehow made me feel worse than not sleeping at all. I supposed I would get used to it one day but until then, I felt like Frankenstein’s monster without the proper jolt of electricity to wake me.

I put on my clothes for work. Black shirt with pants and matching shoes. The last thing I wanted to do was stick out and, with the shadows and dark spots in Cuffed’s interior, well, wearing black gave me the cover I desired.

Plus, I didn’t have a lot of options. My limited budget bought me two work outfits and two more for other times—all of them from the thrift store. It didn’t matter to me. I’d lived in a pack all my life. Sharing was not only the way but was necessary unless you wanted to go around naked all the time, which I didn’t, especially with Ramsey’s roaming eyes on me.

That night, I mostly manned the booth overlooking the main area while Grant sat behind me. He would make mention of some things here and there but mostly, he stayed quiet, texting his mate with a cute smile on his face.

The DJ started a new song, and I set the lights to match the mood.

“Take over for me?” I asked Grant. It was time for a break, but also to walk the floor. I’d been itching all night to go down there. Sure, I could see everything from the vantage point of the booth, but I hadn’t found what I was looking for. My daring surprised even me. Normally, I’d have loved being tucked away in privacy where I could observe without being observed. But something had changed.

Erik. That was the alpha’s name. Grant hadn’t batted an eye when I asked him who the man was. If he was on to me, he didn’t say anything.

He was on to me. My wolf hadn’t shut up about Erik since that night we saw him playing with another omega.

It ruined me watching that. I shouldn’t be jealous. Blinded with green rage that he was having a good time with someone else. I had no claim to him. Tell that to my wolf.

“Sure. Go on and hunt that alpha.” He snickered, and I realized then that I’d been wrong.

Grant knew.

“Hush. I’m not…”

“Don’t deny it. It’s okay. My omega hunted me the same way. It’s not a bad thing. Our wolves can’t help themselves.”

I gave up on trying to deny it and instead put my finger to my lips, hoping he would keep my secret.

My stomach twisted as I went down the stairs and down to the main floor. Samuel saw me coming and poured me a glass of cranberry juice over ice. He didn’t ask why I didn’t drink alcohol, just nodded and gave me the juice. Probably because I was on the clock, but I had a feeling nobody was pushy like that around here anyway. Now, I didn’t even have to ask.

“Hi there. I’m Jason. Would you like to play?” At first, I thought I was simply overhearing someone else being hit on. I listened for their answer but, when my eyes met Samuel’s, a lift of his eyebrows told me otherwise. This Jason person was asking me to do a scene.

“I don’t really… I’m working.” I fully expected that to be the end of the conversation.

I didn’t even get a good look at the man. Jason wasn’t Erik, so, to my wolf and I, it didn’t matter anyway.

“Don’t they let you play, then?” The man ran his finger up and down the length of my arm. “After your shift? Name the kink, and I’ll make you feel everything you need.”

Goose bumps broke out along my skin. Not the good kind either. “I…what?”

“Come on. Don’t you want to? I don’t mind waiting for you.”

His eyes scanned me up and down as his tongue dipped down to wet his bottom lip. That move might’ve been endearing to some, but to me, it gave me the big, nasty ick. “No. Me. No.”

As quickly as my legs would take me, I rushed away with every intention of beelining right down the hallway and out the back door. No. No, wait. I should be getting back to work but, as I turned to do that very thing, the man, Jason was there. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

“What do you do here? Are you a monitor? I’ve never seen you on the floor or in any of the rooms.”

“I’m…not.”

“Okay. I’m so sorry.”

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on something. The sound of the music. The feel of the air-conditioning blowing on my face.

It wasn’t this alpha’s fault I was so damned twitchy, it was me. I’d come to work at a sex club but never bothered to think about what to do if someone hit on me or asked me to participate.

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