Page 3 of Happy Halloween, Omega
“I said back off, creep!” I yank my wrist free from his grasp, and he stumbles back a step.
He doesn’t get far. I watch as the Alpha wraps his huge hand around the back of Zorro’s neck in a submissive hold and drags him backwards in the heaving mass of dancers.
I stare unblinking at the spot they disappeared. They were swallowed by the crowd so fast it felt like I might have imagined the whole scenario.
The dance floor suddenly feels oppressive, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m bursting through the emergency exit and into the alley behind the club, my heart pounding in my chest.
Fuck. That escalated quickly.
I’m usually good at avoiding lecherous looks and dodging unwanted touches. Even without an Omega’s scent or voluptuous body, I have the strange magnetism that subconsciously draws Betas to Omegas.
It was the Alpha. He distracted me and put me off my game. Fucker.
Shaking my head, I tighten the hair tie holding my hair away from my sweaty neck. I don’t know where the Alpha dragged the Beta off to, or why, but I’m glad the threat is gone. Both of them. I lean back against the cold brick, take a few deep breaths to slow my racing heart, and try to ignore the concerning pulse in my panties that matches the beat from the club.
I frown. I have an unhealthy relationship with fear and mystery, but it’s never turned me on before.
The cool air feels good against my heated skin. I’m still wearing my mask, and I’m sure my black smoky eye is smudged with sweat. The night air is cool against my damp skin and it smells like rain. I should just call it a night and go home, but I can’t quite bring myself to leave. This is the one night of the year I allow myself to let loose. I’m not about to let some asshole ruin my joy. I’ll give myself five minutes to calm down and then I’ll head back inside and enjoy the rest of the night. I don’t spook that easily.
3
EveryHalloween,Igeta fright.
I guess this encounter counts as my annual cage-rattle. It’s tamer than usual. Although, after last year’s doozy, anything the universe has in store for me will pale in comparison. I’m glad. I couldn’t handle anything worse thanthatnight.
I push off the wall, intent on enjoying the rest of my Halloween. I’m a few steps down the alley when I hear the heavy steel door of the club slam shut, followed by loud footsteps.
My blood runs cold and I duck into the shadows. I can see a figure standing in the light from the streetlamp.
It’s the Alpha, so unmistakable with his formidable frame.
He’s pacing back and forth, searching for something, and muttering to himself. “Fuck.”
The gun is still strapped to his thigh, and he keeps glancing up and down the alley. I press further into the cold wall, the brick biting into my back. He can’t smell me. If I were an unsuppressed Omega, I’d have no chance of hiding from an Alpha. But I’m not. As far as he knows, I’m a run-of-the-mill Beta.
Besides, there’s no way he’s looking for me. He hadn’t been staring at me in the club, just the Beta. The sleazebag probably got on the Alpha’s wrong side.
“Fuck!” he says again, his voice strained.
I watch him pace for what feels like forever. He’s agitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. I wonder what he did with the Beta creep, and quickly decide I don’t want to know. I also don’t want to know what has him so upset. Nope. I really don’t. The mystery holds no appeal to me whatsoever. I will not allow myself to be sucked into solving this riddle. It’s too dangerous. Alphas who are this riled up are unpredictable and violent. It’s best to stay hidden.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he turns and walks away, his footsteps echoing through the alleyway. The door slams shut with a resonate bang. Only then do I let out a sigh of relief. I step out from my hiding spot and brush off my leather outfit.
I’m about to turn back towards the club and continue my night when I hear a sound that makes my heart stop.
It’s the smallest shuffle of movement, barely audible over the roar of the rave, but I know in an instant what it is. The Alpha didn’t leave. He pretended to, and he’s watching me. Why would he do that?
I make a split-second decision and break out into a run, racing towards the door, driven by a prey instinct I thought was suppressed under years of medication. I intend to launch into the crowd and lose him in the masses, but I barely take two steps before I’m pushed into a wall. My face is shoved against crude graffiti, and while I can’t turn to look at my assailant, I know exactly who it is. A scaldingly hot body presses against my back, and I’m fully encased by a wall of pure Alpha. His breath is hot against my neck and I can feel his nose tracing the curve of my shoulder.
“Caught you.”
His voice is a deep growl that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Please,” I whimper, “just let me go. I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Shhhh,” he purrs, running his nose up the column of my throat. “I know. I’d never hurt you.”
I gasp as his hips press into my ass, and I can feel his thick length pressed against me. He’s hard. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stay still. To not fight. My mother’s voice rings in my ears, reciting her fourth rule,‘don’t challenge an Alpha.’
