He really does smell fantastic.
“You... you look amazing. That dress. It suits your eyes…”
I smile at the carpet. “Thank you.”
More crickets chirp as the big alpha won’t take his eyes off me, and now the hair rises up at the back of my neck. My heart pounds, and then my perfume spikes, filling the hallway.
Get a hold of your hormones, Dove.
Despite my frustration, I can’t help but notice how well my scent goes with Isaac’s. Together, we smell like a forest of wild coconut trees, and I could live on that tropical island.
Finally, he tears his eyes away, then marches down the hall. He leads me down the stairs, through the front foyer, and then into a large dining hall.
I do a double-take. I have never been in a room so grand before. There’s a crystal chandelier and wooden paneling lining the walls, and above the fireplace hangs a portrait of a man.
He looks similar to the whiskey-scented alpha; the one who hates me and wants to kill me.
Finally, I glance away from the painting, gasping when I meet the brown eyes of the alpha in question.
He’s pissed, and I hang my head in shame.
I have never felt so ashamed of myself. I kept all three of them from their meal, and I bet they are all angry with me now.
No, not angry. Hangry.
“So… you decided to join us at last…” the third alpha notes, and his voice makes me pause.
It’s deep and smooth, causing heat to pool between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs.
No, not my slick. Anything but my slick.
All three of them lean forward next and inhale, an involuntary action on their behalf, and I swear I even hear a rumble. But I keep my eyes on my bare feet.
I still have no shoes. I didn’t find any shoes that fit my little feet in the closet earlier. I have tiny omega feet, with stubby, bean-shaped toes.
I feel so tiny in their presence, and I can feel the head alpha’s gaze on my feet. I hope he’s not offended by them.
“Well,” he says. “Take a seat. There’s something we wish to discuss with you, Dove.”
My heart skips when he addresses me by name, and I finally find the courage to meet his eyes. Where I expect them to be cold and hateful like they were before, instead, they’re soft and warm, and now they remind me of chocolate.
I haven’t eaten chocolate in years.
Remembering my place, I look away from the alpha’s chocolate brown eyes, then make my way to my seat. I have broken so many rules since arriving here.
Never look an alpha in the eye...
How could I forget that?
I sit across from Sebastian. I don’t meet his eyes at all; I still don’t feel that I should even be here.
Omegas do not sit at tables.
Isaac starts to fill my plate with veggies next, a warm smile plastered across his boyish face, and a lump lodges in my throat. I am just not used to this kind of treatment from alphas at all. So far, two of them have been kind to me, but I'm still too afraid to eat the food they offer.
“Eat, Dove,” the alpha with the chocolate brown eyes orders next, and I snap out of my trance, lifting my fork to eat my veggies.
I eye the meat wistfully. It’s pork. They never gave us meat at the OCC. They said it made us ravenous or something.