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The first time I discover an item in my bag which isn’t mine, I’m too irritated to care.
“Checkmate, Omega,” says Alpha Magnus Novikov. He sits back in the creaking wooden chair with a triumphant smirk.
I want to smack it off his smug, handsome face.
I’m reeling. I was in control of the game, and then, within three moves, he checked my alpha king with his knight.
I don’t like to lose.
I can’taffordto lose.
The winner of the inter-academy chess championship receives a wildcard invitation to the International Grande Chess Tournament.
Most of my Omega peers join the chess club to flirt with Alphas from The Alpha Academy.
Not me.
While they’re mate hunting, I’m seeking glory and a ticket to the big leagues.
I’ll be the first ever Omega to win the tournament and the first to become a professional chess player.
“I win, Omega.” Alpha Novikov holds my alpha king, turning the white figure over in his large hands.
“Congratulations,” I reply stiffly, fighting the urge to snatch the piece away.
“You were distracted,” he states, his blue eyes glinting as he scrutinizes me. Everything Alpha Novikov does is intense and calculated. “Moving your knight was a rookie error, it left your alpha exposed.”
I clench my fists in my uniform skirt.
Goddess, he’s such a shitty winner. After each match, he points out my mistakes, like he’shelpingme.
We both know he’s gloating.
When we met in chess club two years ago, he didn’t go easy on me. In fact, he destroyed me in ten minutes flat. In that moment of defeat, I vowed to make my chess nemesis my chess bitch.
I don’t like that he’s cocky and arrogant.
He’s a jerk.
But, annoyingly, he’s a brilliant jerk. And observant; nothing gets past him. He’s in complete control of his environment.
I sigh and pack away the chess pieces, tucking them into their velvet-lined home to rest until the next time they’re called to battle.
The issue is he’s not wrong. Iwasdistracted today.
Hedistracted me.
His rich bergamot scent does funny things to my insides. It makes me feel all twisty and hot and bothered.
If I’m honest with myself, I’ve been thinking about Alpha Novikov a lot.
Too much.
And it’s making it difficult for me to concentrate on kicking his ass.
It’s just a stupid Omega biological attraction. It’s nothimI’m attracted to, rather my inner Omega getting confused by his scent, handsome face, and sinfully toned body.
