Page 3 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I give Frankie’s alpha guard a little finger wave before finally heading to the locker room. I say hi to some of the other girls working the floor tonight, some as ring girls like me and others as waitresses.
“Sorry I’m late, guys, Frankie wanted to talk to me,” I sigh, setting my bag down in front of my locker.
“Oh? What about?” Peaches asks as she applies some blush in front of one of the vanities. She’s a tall, blonde beta woman whose boobs are spilling out of the white, cropped button-up top she’s wearing.
“I’m gonna be Obsidian’s ring girl tonight,” I say, taking off my hoodie and starting to change into my uniform.
“What? No fucking way,” Lulu, another omega ring girl hisses from in front of her locker. She’s special, or at least she likes to think so. And to be fair, considering she’s one of the few other omega ring girls, she is, at least to the higher-ups.
“Not my decision,” I shrug, trying to keep my nose from wrinkling at the sour twist of jealousy in her coconut scent.
“You can’t just drop that. What the hell did Frankie say?” Lulu says, putting a hand on her hip.
I purse my lips as I slide on the tiny pair of black, faux leather booty shorts we have as a uniform. If I tell her, I know she’ll make a fit.
“Everything alright?” Peaches asks, her brows drawing down in concern, instead of jealousy. “Did Frankie say some shit? I could try talking to him.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” I sigh. If Peaches is curious, there’s no way I can get out of this by shutting up. “Frankie’s sending me in to ‘talk’ to Obsidian before his fight.”
Peaches’ eyes narrow. “Like some sort of fucking party favor?”
I just shrug, keeping my mouth shut.
“You’re fucking joking,” Lulu sneers. “I can’t believe you would do this, Raine! You knew I was gunning to be his ring girl. I’ve been talking to him after every fight!”
“Hey, I didn’t have anything to do with the decision,” I raise my hands up in surrender. “You know damn well I try to avoid attention.”
Her lip only curls as she eyes me up and down, her gaze lingering on my boobs, which are currently spilling out from the black matching top that’s more bra-like than it is shirt-like. What can I say? I was born with the figure I was born with. I didn’t ask the universe for huge tits when I was in utero.
“Yeah, right,” She rolls her eyes.
“We’re literally wearing the same uniform,” I groan, fighting the urge to scrub a hand down my face. She’s not worth having to redo all of my makeup. Makeup is god damn expensive. “I didn’t have anything to do with this, Lulu. Take it up with Frankie if you have this big of an issue with it. I’ve gotta go.”
“Oh, I will!” I hear Lulu yelling before the locker room door shuts behind me.
Now, onto finding Obsidian.
CHAPTER 2
Reyna
Do I have any real idea of how I’m going to get Obsidian to win his match against one of the toughest alphas I’ve ever seen fight?
Nope. But a boatload of money is riding on me being able to, so I guess I’ll just have to figure it out.
I go down a few different back hallways. I want to avoid the main floor right now. When I’m dressed like I am, the guys on the floor seem to think they have a right to my time. And my body. If I walk out onto the floor, I’m basically signing up to have some idiot—usually, an alpha, though the idiot gene also seems to present in betas—paw at me.
There it is: locker room two.
I give the door a light knock, but there’s no response, so I just twist the knob and step in.
It’s a pretty basic locker room, with tile floors, a few lockers, and a bench. There’s also a sink, bathroom, and shower through a door past this first main area.
What’s not basic is the man sitting on the bench in front of me.
My breath catches in my throat the moment his spicy pepper scent fills my lungs.
Oh fuck. Oh,fuck.
