“We should ask the owner." The omega announced, walking away
Stomach squeezing tight, Mac turned to Jamue, stunned.
It was happening. His friend smiled gleefully. A few seconds later, the omega returned. The alpha walking beside him looked intimidating and unfriendly. Mac felt nervous all over again. The need to hide behind his hair pulled at him. Resisting the pull, he held his head high.
“My name is Mac.”
“Mac?” the alpha looked him up and down.
“He’s the omega I told you about,” the omega said.
Jamue rushed to his side. “We produce spirits. And we have a sample we would like you to try.”
He shoved the bottle in the alpha’s face.
Startled the alpha backed up. “I don’t think…”
“I’ll try it,” the omega snatched the bottle and drank half of it. “This is amazing. What is it?”
“Sweet Core spirit.” The name popped into his mind. Pleasantly surprised, he marvelled at it. Rough and unapproachable on the outside, Deltta Kohle had the sweetest core. He was the strongest and kindest alpha he’d ever met.
Damn his heart. Mac rubbed his chest as it did a funny little dance. He was getting attached to the alpha. The longer he kept the claiming mark, the worst it would become. Removing it was the best thing to do, but Mac kind of liked having it on his skin, secretly belonging to him, no matter how delusional it was. He should be happy he was sharing his heat and not want anything more…but…
“If you have more, I’ll buy it,” the omega said.
Levelling a disapproving stare at Mac, the alpha stepped close. Intimidating vibes came off him in waves. “Are you here to steal my customers?”
I’m an omega, Mac wanted to remind him.
But Jamue sidled between them, staring him down. Mac wondered how he managed to do that when the alpha had a good seven inches on him. “No. We wanted to create a partnership with you. Our goal is to supply our spirits to leisure rooms, not to sell to individuals. But you don’t seem interested,” Jamue turned to the omega. “We can talk outside if you want.”
Mac stared at his friend, impressed at how he handled the situation.
“No, wait,” the alpha said. “Is it that good?”
“Try it yourself,” the omega handed over the bottle of Sweet Core. The alpha finished it off. He stared at the bottle before he lifted his eyes to Mac and Jamue.
“You should bring me more samples,” he said. “I can’t decide on just one sample. Bring me more, and we can talk business.”
“Of course,” Mac said. The alpha nodded and walked away. Jamue squealed next to him.
“You owe me free samples too. Ashur is a grumpy old coot who doesn’t like change,” the omega said with a smile.
“Yes. It wouldn’t have happened without you. Give me your code, and we can talk,” Mac said, pulling out his connector. He took the omega’s code and waved to him as he returned to his table. “We should get going. We must leave early tomorrow morning, or Faria will kill me.”
Outside, Jamue looked up and down the walkway.
“He should be here by now,” he mumbled.
“Who?” Mac asked just as a strange alpha stopped next to him. The alpha exuded a dangerous edge that had Mac on guard. He pulled Jamue close, protectively.
“Are you Jamue?” the alpha asked.
He knew his name; Mac tightened his hold.
“Sorry, I’m late. I was taking care of some business. Shall we?”
What? Mac stared at Jamue.