Page 18 of Damaged Princess

Wolfe glances between me and Vik, laughing and shaking his head. Chance still grinds his disappointing cock against my stomach. He never stopped moving, even though I did.

God, what a tool.

The light bulb goes off as Vik scowls. I flip him and Wolfe off with the hand I wrap around Chance's neck.

"Fuck, you smell delicious all of a sudden," Chance murmurs against my ear. He mistakes my shiver for interest and grabs my ass with both hands.

Seriously? I used to hook up with guys like this?

Why?

What the hell was I thinking?

Vik's pale blue eyes narrow at me as Wolfe continues to laugh. Chance licks my throat, and I'm done.

I gently shove his chest.

"Sorry, I need the restroom," I say with as plastic a smile that has ever crossed my face.

Chance wiggles his eyebrows. "Want me to come with?"

I barely hold back the biting remark.

"I'm good," I say, grinning up at him. "Thanks, though."

"No problem, baby," he say, brushing his fingers over my cheek.

The fact he's spent the last month popping into the gift shop every day to flirt with me suddenly feels a lot slimier than it did before. And okay, so I was going to use him to implement Evie's plan to make Vik show up, but I'm kinda disgusted with both of us at this point.

I spin around and bolt for the hallway where the bathrooms are. Fear and anger war in my system as I aim for the women's room. My heels are high; I haven't worn stilettos in a month. The carpeting here isn't plush, but I'm still staggering like I'm wasted.

The carpeting in the lodge is extremely plush, making it not the easiest to jog on in heels as I chase after Luke. Not that I especially want to catch him, but I have to.

He's my in with the owners.

I need to get close enough I can help influence Connor to sell. A shiver rolls down my spine as I consider what will happen to me if I fail.

Connor is the one I'm supposed to be focusing on, but he's so withdrawn from everything to do with the omegas that it's impossible to get close to him.

I spent the better part of two hours waiting in the hall outside his office.

My anxiety has been ratcheting higher and higher all morning. I think I'm on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. The fact my father doesn't even have to verbalize a threat to make it known he's making one is as impressive as it is terrifying.

Running into Luke was supposed to be my lucky break. My chance to get shit done.

"Why the hell did you stick me with that old man?" I hiss, grabbing for Luke's arm again. "How am I supposed to get anything done?"

Shit, that wasn't supposed to slip out.

"What the hell does that mean?" Luke tries to shake my hold off his arm. "You know what? I don't care. You're not my problem. Let me go." He spins back around to face me, but he does not look pleased. "Viktor is good at his job. I have no interest in going back to work with you. Didn't your parents teach you any manners? Keep your damn hands to yourself." He turns to head back down the hall.

"But I like you. I want to get to know your pack," I say, following him.

Luke laughs, shaking his head. He turns back toward me. "That makes so much sense. I couldn't figure out why you acted like that yesterday with Evie. Hell, you barely glanced my way after I made it clear I'm not an alpha. You think I'm in a pack with the owners."

My stomach churns, thinking about the omega from yesterday. She was way too nice, considering I was a total asshole.

Wait, did he just say he's not in a pack with the owners?

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