Page 3 of Alpha's Fated Desire

“Alrighty then. Let me know if you need any assistance. I’ll be making the rounds throughout the evening.”

He looked me up and down slowly, his eyes lingering on my hips.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” he remarked thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side.

I blushed under his gaze, and my belly swirled at the look in his eyes.

I fumbled at my clutch purse and hastily made my escape to the other side of the stage to wait out the rest of the night.

I eased my sore feet out of my tight, sweaty heels and decided to shuffle the rest of the way back to my room barefoot.

Yes, back to my goddamn omega room.

I had officially attended my last official Were gathering, and I still remained utterly and completely single.

What the hell was going to happen to me now?

The cool cement felt glorious against my aching feet as I slowly made my way down the hall. I took my time, letting memories of the disastrous night wash over me.

I knew I wasn’t the picture of perfection, but my nice smile had paid off, and I got a few packs to sniff around me.

I mingled, danced, and made small talk, but I couldn’t avoid the question that was the go-to icebreaker for most of the alpha packs.

“So, how old are you anyway?”

As soon as I revealed the oh-so-shocking number of twenty-eight, their smiles froze into a mask of pleasant iciness as they hastily made excuses to walk away. It was almost comical the way they fumbled in their desperation to avoid the plague that was me.

The unmated, now spinster, omega.

I swiped at an unexpected tear that escaped the corner of my eye.

Damn it.

I swore I wouldn’t let the stinging pain of rejection affect me anymore. Tears clouded my vision as I hastily stumbled my way down the poorly lit hallway.

I was so focused on reaching the privacy of my room that I failed to notice the obstacle in my path.

I barreled into the guard, Wesley, nearly toppling over us both. His oily hands shot out and grasped my forearms painfully tight, steadying me nonetheless.

But instead of letting go, he drew me up against him, his onion-smelling breath wafting over me as he hissed out.

“Well, well, well. Look who remains unmated, unmarked, and desperate for an alpha cock.”

Any pretense of humanity had vanished from his eyes, and in its place was an ugly monster, rearing its foul head.

I stayed perfectly still, realizing the sudden danger that I was in. I knew better than to provoke him in this state, but I had no idea how to get out of this situation.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

This was all my fault for trusting a lowlife like him with my secrets. I closed my eyes and took a steadying breath. I plastered my sickly, sweet, fake smile across my face.

“Wes, honey, I’m sure your future mated omega is going to be one lucky girl. You shouldn’t taint yourself with an omega like me.”

He furrowed his thick brows in dumb confusion.

“That’s true,” he said slowly, piecing together the complicated puzzle in his slow-thinking brain.

But then the gleam returned to his eyes, and he let out a creepy, toothy grin.

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