They try so hard. They really do. But an alpha will always be drawn to an omega.
It’s just the way it is. Basic biology.
As they pass me on the way out, Emma nudges my shoulder. She cackles along with Rachael, and her fake coconut perfume catches me off guard.
I fight off the unwanted memory. While it may be a poor substitute, Emma’s artificial coconut still makes me think of an old friend.
Dove.
Shit. Now is not the time to be thinking about her. I had to leave my best friend back at the compound. There was only room for one in the tunnel, and the guards had already sounded the alarms.
Dove told me to go. She said we would meet again, and I have to hold on to hope. That omega was stronger than she realized. I know she can survive. She was not only strong and beautiful, but kind, too. Unlike like me, a snark and a bit of a bully.
Poor Emma’s still recovering from my zit remark, and I didn’t fail to see the blotches of concealer on her face.
“Now, give it up for Buttercup!”
Buttercup. That’s my stripper name, and the moment Steve announces me on stage, the crowd goes wild.
I take a deep breath, giving myself a minute as I try to maintain my calm. It’s a good thing I took some pills earlier. The moment the curtain opens, I will be hit with a wave of alpha pheromones, and there have been times when I’ve almost lost my composure. Once, I gave an alpha a lap dance. His knot bumped my pussy, and all I wanted to do was rip off his clothes and impale myself on his dick to the delight of the crowd.
I’d have given myself away for sure the moment he filled me with his knot.
If I so much as forget to take my pills, then I’m done. My heat will come back with vengeance, and there’s no telling what I would do.
Luckily for me, I can just about handle the horny hormones. It’s the cramps I can’t deal with.
Thankfully, I managed to escape the compound before my first heat, and the moment it finally hit, I was incapacitated for days. I thought I was going to die.
Yep. Not exactly the romance story of the century. Instead of a nest, I spent my first heat buried in the mud. I had no alphas to relieve the pain; only the freezing cold mud. I always wonder what it would be like to have a bunch of doting alphas that love and worship you.
But Alphas like that don’t exist. They only do in fairy tales.
“I said, let’s give it up for Buttercup!”
Steve’s impatient tone makes me jump, and there’s no missing his growl over the speakers. I had been stalling for time. Not good. I can’t afford to draw any suspicions.
Steve will be on to me otherwise.
Well, time to get this show on the road.
Finally, I push the curtains aside, sauntering up to the pole in a pair of giant platform heels. The crowd roars the moment I make my grand entrance, and their scents are extra strong tonight. I tune them out, focusing on my dance. I’m the best dancer here after all. The other strippers make pole dancing look so cheap, while I turn it into an art form.
I hook my leg around the pole and spin, and the whole room disappears. Now it’s just me and Fred.
That’s the pole’s name. Fred and I gowayback.
I shimmy up the pole, hanging upside down so I can show the crowd my signature move. I spread my legs, and the crowd roars, throwing paper notes onto the stage. I hear growling, and then a fight breaks out.
Thank the heavens Steve has a no-touching policy at the club. Yet that doesn’t stop the patrons from groping my ass from time to time.
Still, the idea of all their knotsexcitesme tonight.
I catch a strong scent of cinnamon next, opening my eyes.
Shit. That wasn’t my perfume just now, was it? I do feel pretty hot tonight, and I’m producing a generous amount of slick.
It may be best to forgo the signature move. The moment they see my dripping thighs, I'm done for.