Page 16 of His Pretty Omega
Thanks for starting my year off with a bang. It was fun!
It was fun. Seriously?
My wolf growled, agitated beneath my skin. Just like he had been agitated since the morning I had woken in the hotel room. Alone. The sheets, and my skin,still smelling of our omega. With nothing of him left behind except a hastily scrawled note.
Not even his name.
Certainly not his number.
How could we be fated and he had just left like that? No contact info. Nothing. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered to wake me up and tell me good-bye. Or for us to have an actual conversation about the fact that we were fated.
Which still made dread swirl in my belly when I had to admit that he might not want me as his mate. As each day went by, it was a possibility I had to face.
I had often dreamed about the day I would meet my fated mate, never doubting that he was out there. Granted, not everyone had a fated mate, but I had always believed I did. I came from a long line of fated mates–my grandparents, my parents, my many aunts and uncles. I had faith my fated was out there waiting.
But in all my daydreams, I never imagined I would find my fated in a hotel bar, well on his way to being wasted. Stealing my drink without shame, and dancing provocatively with not one but two alphas. Even now, instead of making me angry, the memory made me smile ruefully.
My fated mate was a brat through and through.
One who liked pushing the boundaries, no doubt to see who–or if anyone–would put him in his place. He needed his ass paddled, and then he needed to be cuddled.
If only I had a clue who he was or how to find him.
Myabuelaalways told me,Alejandro, patience. Fate will make sure it works out as it should.
Bah, my wolf huffed,patience is overrated.
Tell me about it.
My attention was suddenly averted from my musings thanks to raised voices from outside my closed office door. Irene, my office manager, seldom raised her voice to anyone but me. Never clients. And I didn’t have anyone scheduled this morning, as it was a court day.
Using my shifter hearing, I stood, intent on seeing what was happening and intervening if necessary. Irene kept my office and me running smoothly, and I wasn’t about to let anyone give her any grief.
Hearing the voice, my skin prickled, all my senses coming alive.
“Look, he’ll see me, okay. It won’t take a minute, and then I’ll be gone. In and out. Poof! But, trust me, he will want to see me.”
“And I told you without an appointment, Mr…?”
“My name’s not important. I’m going in now. Byeeee!”
“Sir! Sir! I will call security!”
“Call whoever you need to, but I’m going in.”
Barely breathing, eyes wide, I watched as the knob on my door turned and then he was standing there. Like the dream I had every night, come to life.
Blinking, I was honestly shocked when he didn’t disappear like a cloud of smoke on the wind. Nope, he was still standing in the doorway, looking all kinds of sassy, yet apprehensive too. He wasn’t nearly as brave as he was trying to appear.
Irene was hot on his heels, her hands flapping and cheeks colored with angry heat.
Holding up a hand to indicate she should stop, I tried to speak. My mouth opened, but no sound came out, at least not anything that resembled actual words. We stared at each other, brown eyes to blue, neither of us blinking, electricity crackling between us. Even without touching him, the air around us was charged with it.
Swallowing hard, I croaked huskily, “Irene, hold my calls.”
“Alex–” she huffed, still poised in the doorway behind…him. The fact that she had called me Alex and not Alejandro, like she normally did, told me just how off-kilter she was.
“Hold my calls,” I repeated softly.
