Page 34 of Pack Rivals, Part One

I suppress a smile.

The majority of omegas in the city are spoiled little princesses. They have everything they want. Most alphas have a hard time wooing them with gifts and presents because they have everything they want and need. Most alphas aren't me and my pack though. We're one thing those omegas don't have and, oh, does it drive them wild.

It means I haven't had to do the whole charm attack for a long time. Women are willing to drop their panties for very little effort.

This omega isn't so easily dazzled by our name and our reputation it seems. That's fine though, because this is where our wealth and connections will come into play.

I'm going to knock the little omega's socks off – and her dress and panties too.

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Bea

Why didn'tI say no?

Why can't I be stronger?

But when one of the people I love most in the world is pleading with me to go to the hottest restaurant in the city, it's hard to say no.

It was how half the problems with Karl started. Maybe if I'd said no more often. Hadn't been so eager to let him go out for all those beers with his 'friends', we wouldn't have ended up in the mess we did.

Maybe I'd be sitting on my couch in our little house in Naw Creek watching TV with my husband.

Instead, I'm following my estranged aunt and an extremely hot alpha down the stairs in an apartment block in the city.

An alpha whose pure proximity to my body seems to be doing crazy things to it.

Like my toes for instance. My toes are tingling. I don't think my toes have ever tingled. They certainly never curled from a simple smile thrown over a shoulder.

Karl could hardly make my nether regions tingle, let alone the most sexless part of my body.

Is it because I'm an – I swallow finding it hard to comprehend this still – omega?

Or is it just because this man is incredibly attractive and incredibly smooth?

He's wearing a suit. But not one of those baggy loose things that make the wearer look no more attractive than a coat hanger. No, this suit glides over his body, showing me just how hard and rigid and powerful it is.

Then there's his scent. It tickles my nose and my tongue and, as I take secretive gulps of his aroma, it sits in my belly and warms my whole body.

Oh god.

He smells of the earth and grass and rain …

Wait! Rain!

I halt.

So does my aunt and the alpha in front of us.

"Axel," Silver growls. "What are you doing here?" His voice is not friendly. It's all dominance and aggression. Something that two days ago would have had me tutting my tongue and rolling my eyes.

Not today, though. Today, it sends sensations spinning in my stomach and spiraling over my skin. Yep, it turns me on.

I peer around Silver and, as I expected, it's the man with gray eyes.

Axel.

My heart does a little flutter to match the ones in my stomach.

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