The dress is made of real leather and it hugs me in all the right places. In fact, I bought a lot of leather today.
I also got some silk, velvet, and lace, and one cashmere scarf.
“You okay in there, Bonnie?”
It’s Fionn, and did he just call me Bonnie? That’s not my name, but I know it’s another word for attractive.
How nice of him.
“I’m fine,” I call out. “Trust trying on a dress.”
I can almost hear the grin forming across his bearded face. “Well, let us see.”
I meet my bright hazel eyes in the mirror. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. I mean, I look hot. I just don’t think he will be able to handle me.
Who cares. This perfect body of mine was meant to be shown.
I push the curtain aside, letting the redhead get his fill of me. He hits another invisible wall the moment his eyes land on me, and I don’t miss the growl vibrating from his chest.
He’s not the only one. Some old rich alpha watches me across the room as his beta wife tries on a dress. In fact, all male eyes are on me. Even the gay shopping assistant helping a couple has to stop and stare, and Jesus, I knew I looked hot, but notthathot.
The world can’t help but be drawn to an omega. We just have a certain charm.
Hiroshi is the first to speak. “Ravyn, you look...”
He can’t even finish his sentence as I beam. “I know! Incredible.”
Hiroshi glances at Fionn. “You okay?”
Fionn’s nostrils are still flaring as he breathes in my scent through his nose, tasting me at the back of his throat. His eyes have blown twice their size as he won’t stop growling.
He reaches his hand up and runs it down his face. “Fuck shit cock! I’m... I’m fine. Holyhell, Bonnie. You look good enough to eat! Like a sexy stick of licorice.”
I peer down at the tight leather dress and smile. I guess I do resemble a stick of licorice, and I’m not surprised he likens me to food.
I saw the way he devoured his meatballs last night. The alpha loves his food.
I guess that makes two of us. Omegas love their food too.
Mel tries to pretend she isn’t jealous of my svelte curves as she stands to one side.
I place my hands on my hips, and damn. This dress does feel good on. “Well? Got anything to say?”
Mel wrinkles her nose. Fionn growls, and she jerks, plastering a smile on her fake-ass bitch face.
“You look beautiful,Ravyn...”
That looked like it hurt to say, but regardless, her praise means a lot to me. It’s not that I needed her validation, yet it's still nice to have it.
It’s time to show the world who I am.
My hand touches the tracker around my neck. Somewhere, Killian might be watching me on his phone, and the thought of him spying on me sends a delightful shiver up my spine.
I hate this tracker. It’s clunky and hard, and if only I could make it fancier somehow.
I point at my tracker, and there’s no missing Mel’s smirk again. “I want you to do something with this.”
She snorts. “I’m sorry. We don’t have any trackers in stock. We cater to the elite, not convicts.”