Page 2 of Such a Fierce Omega
“I left my pack to save my life in a sense. I was treated as less-than, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve never had an official job at a company, but I’ll work my ass off, I can promise you that.”
Talon nodded. “I have a sense about people, Blaze. Thank you for being honest.” He used his pointer finger to scroll through my info some more. “We are pretty desperate for someone in the kitchen. Can you start tonight?”
I laughed from utter relief. This was the news I needed. “I can start right this minute if you like, sir.”
He cocked his head sideways. “Be careful calling people Sir around here, okay? Have you been to a club like this before?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Might want to brush up on club etiquette. I’ll email you a link. Read it before tonight. We’ll send you some more paperwork to fill out. Black pants and T-shirt and non-slip shoes in the kitchen. Here’s a gift card to go get what you might need and the shoes.”
I took the car from him, stunned. They must really treat their employees well around here.
“Thank you. I’ll be here at…””
“Five. Kitchen prep starts at five.”
I walked out of Cuffed with a smile on my face. I had a job. A real one.
Chapter Two
Darsh
An inheritance from an uncle I never knew I had led to an entire new phase of life.
Until the attorney acting as executor contacted me, I’d been under the impression my late alpha father was an only child, but it turned out he’d only been estranged from his brother. My omega dad reluctantly shared the fact with me when I called to ask why I had an uncle Edward who nobody ever mentioned.
Vague on detail, Dad said my father had implied his brother was dead and that’s as far as it even went.
“Well, he’s dead now,” I replied. “A shame we never got to know him.”
The will the attorney sent me expressed the same sentiment. My uncle never had children of his own, and he regretted never meeting his only nephew. Unmated, he’d dedicated his life to his career as a character actor in the human world, investing his earnings and building his fortune.
My fortune.
I would have preferred to get to know Uncle Edward.
But since that was not possible, I chose to accept his gift and use it as he requested in his private note to me.
To my nephew,
I would have given you my time, but you always had my love. Don’t spend your time on regrets. Spend what I have squirreled away on whatever brings you joy.
First I began with what did not bring me joy. My job. It paid well enough and had been a godsend when I finished school. A good salary, vacation, 401k. Enough money to buy a small house and live comfortably. I wore suits, took clients to the finest restaurants and bars and even flew overseas a few times a year.It was exciting at first but quickly became a lonely life where I was too busy to keep up with most of my friends who had moved on to mated life and families. While they were eating dinner with their pups, I was either still at the office or heading out for an evening with a client. My human friends from university were just starting to marry, but most of them were working as hard as I was, so we didn’t really socialize much.
The one place I did go when I could find time was Cuffed, the kink club where I could be myself without apology. Visit with those who understood my needs in a place where they could be met. And where I could help omegas with theirs. Once or twice a month was not enough, but with my working hours, I could spare no more.
And then, I received the phone call that made me stop and examine my life and how I lived it. Well, not right away. At first, it didn’t sink in, the possibilities, but about a week after receiving the inheritance, I was sitting at Cuffed, chatting with Bronson, one of the owners, when it hit me.
“I can quit,” I blurted out. “Can’t I?” The second part sounded less confident, but Bronson’s confusion reminded me that I hadn’t told him or anyone about my legacy. As if I was ashamed of it or something.
“Quit the club?” he asked. “What did we do to make you want to leave?”
I shook my head. “Not the club. My soul-sucking job.”
“That sounds bad. A lot of the members complain about their work, but you never have.” He grinned. “But if it’s soul-sucking, you should run as fast as possible away from there.”
“Okay, maybe I’m being overly dramatic. It’s not bad as jobs go. Checks all the benefits/salary boxes and such. But I feel like a hamster on a wheel or a rat in a maze, just moving on and on and on and never pausing for breath.”
