I click off the light and let the door close behind me.
I head down the corridor, into the elevator, and once the doors open, then close, I arrive on the casino floor.
I do what any woman would do.
I head down to the roulette table as if my life depends on it.
I intend to forget about my worries and have some fun, for once in my life.
I damn well deserve it.
2
SANTOS
Qualcosa di bello.
"Fucking beautiful," I purr.
It's the only way to describe the omega in front of me, her scent hits me before her curves which my eyes are drawn to like a magnet.
"Hmm, did I say it out loud?"
Tomas is laughing, whereas Matteo turns and looks at me with the expression of a man reassessing his pack.
"You did," Tomas confirms.
In my defense, I wasn't prepared, and judging by my ever growing groin, neither was my cock. I walked into the casino with my senses already overloaded, from three hours of recycled cabin air still sitting in my lungs. But that isn't what made my alpha go nuts. Not the collective scent of two hundred strangers pushing at me from every direction, but when I saw her walk across the floor.
Like she had already decided she owned the square footage and was simply allowing the rest of us to occupy it out of generosity.
I breathe in and immediately regret it.
Strawberry first, warm and ripe, then underneath it, sharp rose. It's as if she's an omega working very hard to hold something together and not quite managing to keep it all behind the smile.
"She's fucking hot!" Matteo agrees. At least one of the alphas in the pack isn't dead. I was beginning to wonder. Sometimes I think Tomas doesn't get aroused unless we're in a suite, bedroom or a penthouse and getting ready to knot.
We'll be on the app, HeatMe, omegas willing to knot with an alpha, on their heat date. Matteo and I will be scanning for omegas like her, full women, curves we can hide and breasts we can suck on. Tomas is always like, "You guys choose." As if he's not going to be knotting with them too. When we're ready to knot, he's more than willing, but looking and putting some effort into finding an omega, it's as if it's too much for him.
My own scent gets stronger and saffron only spikes when I'm genuinely interested as opposed to the regular kind of interested, the kind that is just boredom wearing a better jacket.
Tomas sniffs the air next to me and raises an eyebrow.
Then shakes his head, disappointed as if I'm some wild alpha who can't control himself.
"Don't start," I warn him.
He puts his hands up. "We're here to gamble not to…whatever you're thinking of doing with her."
I know why he's defensive. It's because we swore off omegas. This is why we only select ones on the app. There's no misunderstanding, they know why we contract them and they're willing. Most of the time, they don't trust alphas, and this just makes it a win-win situation.
"Santos."
"I said don't."
Matteo is still looking at her. She has settled onto a stool at the roulette table and is doing something with her clutch withthe focused energy of a woman who is only here for herself, which makes her infinitely more interesting than every person at this table who is here to be seen. Her dark honey hair is pinned up, with loose curls, but it's her green eyes. Sparkling as if they're emeralds. It's as if she has no idea how beautiful and stunning she is, I could tell her, but showing her would be even better. I lick my lips, because the thing that really stands out about her, is the dress she's wearing.
Red.