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A cheer erupted through the crowd.
“Fantastic!” Scott replied. “Now I’m sure you all want to get back to dancing, but we wanted to do something a bit fun.”
I blinked. Fun? What was he thinking?
“How many single people are here tonight?”
Another cheer went through the crowd.
“Great!” Scott declared. “Because this next dance is for you. Since Saint Patrick’s Day is usually associated with luck, we’re going to call this a lucky dance. I want all the single omegas to form a small circle in the middle of the floor, and all the single alphas to make a larger circle around them.”
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
Scott just grinned at me.
“Come on,” Cameron said, tugging me towards the dance floor.
I didn’t want to dance. I wanted to leave, go home, and cry my eyes out. Instead I found myself in a circle with other omegas.
“Looks like about even numbers,” Scott called from the DJ area. “Now, here’s how we’re going to do this. I’m going to need everybody to close their eyes. Alphas, you’re going to put one hand on the shoulder of the alpha to your right, then you’re going to walk in a circle around the omegas until I call stop. Whoever you’re facing is your dance partner. Is that clear?”
I sighed. I could tell that my friends had something up their sleeves, but it would look weird if I tried to escape now. I just had to hope that they’d picked a short song.
“Ok, everybody in position,” Scott called. “Now, close your eyes and let’s see who you end up with.”
Others around me giggled in excitement.
“Round and round and round they go,” Scott laughed. “Who they dance with nobody knows.”
Maybe I’d get lucky and be matched with Cameron. It would be less awkward that way than trying to force politeness with a stranger.
“Stop! Alphas, face the omegas and everybody open your eyes.”
I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and saw José standing in front of me.
Chapter 12 - José
Wes. Why was I staring at Wes?
He was there and stunning, even if his eyes had a tinge of red like he’d been crying. Then it hit me. This dance was for singles.
“José,” he breathed.
“Wes…”
We stared at each other for several seconds, then he turned as if to leave.
“Don’t go,” I said, grabbing his hand. “Dance with me.”
“I… I,” he started. “Aren’t you with somebody?”
I shook my head. “Avery is just a friend from work. What about you? Who was that alpha you were with?”
“Cameron? My parents tried to set me up with him, but we knew almost immediately we were better off as friends.”
“So you’re…?” I asked.
He nodded.
