Mac grimaced. What was he going to say now?
“I’ve never seen someone like you before.”
“Yeah, I hear that a lot. If you need me, I can learn anything you want. I need this job,” Mac said.
“What’s your name?”
“Mac.”
“Alright, Mac. I’m Faria. I need you.” He wiped his hands on a cloth and offered it to him. “You have a job. Can you stay and learn a few recipes? I’m expecting a large crowd tonight. I won't be able to manage it alone.”
“Yes.” Mac shook his hand. “I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to walk Jamue to the commune house. He can’t walk by himself.”
“And you, who’s going to walk with you?” he asked.
“No one.” Mac walked to the door. “I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Faria waved him off.
Mac rushed out. He grasped Jamue’s arm as soon as he reached him and dragged him out of the leisure room.
Jamue looked him up and down. “What happened? Did he try something?”
Mac shook his head. Jamue had it in his head that betas or alphas couldn’t keep their hands off him. It was the opposite.
“I got a job, finally!” Mac shouted. “Let’s go. I’ll walk you back to the commune house.”
“Are you okay working in there?” Jamue asked in disbelief.
“Yes. It’s work. I’ll get paid. Hopefully, I’ll find a place soon, and I won’t have to see Ryine’s ugly face anymore.”
“He’s not that bad, Mac.”
“You say that because you can hide your imperfection. I can’t hide mine. I have to live with people staring at me and saying hurtful things to my face.” Mac sighed. “Please be happy for me. I need this. It might not be the perfect job, but it’s the best I’ll ever get.”
“No. I don’t believe that. You’re a great omega...”
“Yes, inside. I am the best omega that ever lived. But this...” Mac pointed to his body, “spells something different. Now come. I don’t want to be late.”
Chapter 2
Mac
A month later.
This is so embarrassing.
Mac stared at the beams above the bed as Faria got off him. The beta couldn’t get it up enough to fuck him. Mac bit into his bottom lip, feeling mortified beyond words. His omega scent barely got him aroused. He’d been hard when they walked up to his room above the leisure room, but when it got down to it…he couldn’t do it.
“I’m sorry,” Faria said. “It’s...I don’t know what happened. I was sure I could do it. Let’s try again.”
“No. It’s fine. I’m not in the mood anymore.” Mac lied. Of course, he was in the mood. His body burned with heat. His hole was wet, and it would grow wetter and needy as his heat progressed.
Mac shook his head and reached for his pants and long shirt. He rushed to the washroom and shut the door.
Next time don’t get any ideas, Mac silently groaned.
He was so stupid.