She doesn’t even bat an eye at the position I’m in, but I clear my throat and scramble off Forrest’s lap.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks and my face falls.
“No. Not at all, breakfast is here,” I tell him, and he gives me a soft smile.
Being alone with this Alpha is going to be dangerous, or maybe exhilarating. I walk back inside the suite and Forrest stays on the balcony. I’m pretty sure he’s willing his dick to go down and I can’t help but to smirk at myself.
“Miss Sørenson. Lovely to see you, breakfast is here. Do you need anything else?” she asks, professional as always.
“No, thank you, Reyna.”
“Of course, if you need anything else today please let me know.”
“I will,” I say and she leaves the room.
As soon as she leaves, Forrest comes in. He walks past me, his hand on my waist as he brings his nose to my throat. Could this Alpha need my scent as much as I need his?
“Eat your breakfast,” he says.
We eat together, not diving into our conversation from earlier, and I make a promise to call my dads later.
“See you tonight,” Forrest says, kissing the top of my head before I walk into the event space.
I grab his shirt and snag a kiss. Is it because I’m marking my claim in front of all these Omegas? Maybe, but I’m definitely not the jealous type.
“See ya.”
He gives me a boyish grin and walks away, leaving me here with a plethora of sweet Omega scents. I grab a glass of orange juice to have something in my hands as I mingle.
“You’ve already met someone?” a quiet voice says, and I turn around. The Omega in question is a small woman with long, wild red hair and large green eyes.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” I say, not wanting to bring up the whole throwing up over the side of the ship, or spending the night in their cabin. “I’m Claire.”
We don’t shake hands, but she gives me a small smile. “Andie,” she says softly. “All of this is very overwhelming. I went to the buffet once and immediately had an Alpha brazenly scent my hair, and we’re getting more people on board tomorrow. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
“Here, add me to your messaging app. If you need someone to hang out with and tell Alphas to fuck off, I’d be happy to,” I tell her, handing her my phone.
“Really? That would be amazing. Thank you.”
Andie and I chat some more. She’s from Delaware, no family except her Beta brother, who wasn’t big on the idea of her coming here either. But her town was super small, with very few good Alphas to choose from, so she took the risk of coming here. A few more Omegas join us, and it’s nice to be around people who are going through the same thing as me.
I’m enjoying myself, feeling confident that coming on this ship was the right thing. Then I hear the most agitating, high-pitched laugh that I’d know anywhere.
Megan Moyer, my arch fucking nemesis.
Chapter 12
Claire
I grabAndie by the wrist as we stealthily slip out of the mixer and head to the pool deck. My heart is pumping in my chest and I do everything I can to make sure Megan doesn’t spot us.
“Where are we going?” Andie says, but she doesn’t resist at all as I lead us to the bar.
My stomach is upset, but not nauseous like the other nights. No, it’s in knots because the person I dislike most in the entire world is on this same fucking cruise.
What did I do in a past life for this to happen to me?
“Do you want a mimosa?” I ask Andie, and she nods happily. I order for the both of us and the bartender scans both of our bracelets before sliding the drinks to us.