Honestly, I don’t even know how I managed to hide my identity for so long. My body justscreamsomega, even with all the scent blockers. I am petite in every way, even all the way down to my itty-bitty toes.
The stage is covered in green notes, and it won’t be long until I can get my ass out of here. I almost have enough to start a life elsewhere.
I slide back down the pole, and the blood whooshes through my head the moment my platform heels touch the stage. The crowd cheers and whistles as I press my forehead to the pole, and the cool surface feels good on my skin.
You always know how to make me feel good, Fred...
I’m burning up, plus I’m sweating like a pig. Also, I smell like a bakery. That’s not good.
It makes no sense. I took my pills; I dowsed myself in scent blocker. So why do I smell like a cinnamon bun?
That’s when my nose picks up on the scent. I flare my nostrils, zeroing in on the crowd. That fresh glacier scent is so distinctive from the rest. There’s no mistaking it. It’s like they’re calling to me somehow.
I open my eyes, meeting my gaze inside the pole. Holy shit. My pupils have blown. Sweat drips down my face as desire thumps between my legs, and what thehellis going on with me?
That alpha’s scent is so strong now. It’s the only thing I can smell.
I turn my gaze onto the crowd, and that’s when I see him. A living angel in the flesh.
There’s no missing his ice-blue eyes and his slicked-back blond hair, and I swear the room spins again.
Only one word rings through my head.
Alpha.
Chapter 2
Killian
Thewholeroomstopsthe moment Buttercup fixes her sweet doe eyes on me. Seriously, I’m rather impressed. Even from all the way at the back of the room, she can smell me, and what can I say? I have a certain power, I guess.
I know exactly what she is. There’s no hiding it from me. Buttercup is an omega, but she doesn’t want anyone to know her secret.
She could be sentenced to death if anyone found out that she was lying about her designation. Most of the other alphas here have realized what she is too, only subconsciously.
Their bodies are reacting to her. I spotted the slick dripping down her thighs earlier when she spread those delectable legs at the top of the pole and that was when the fight broke out.
Yet I never took my eyes off her the whole time. It’s like she has cast a spell on me, and now we’re the only two people left in the room.
I have to make hermine.
Buttercup climbs down the stage to walk amongst the crowd, and that single move alone is suicide. She's pretty much entering a nest of vipers, yet she’s determined to come to me.
Her alpha.
It’s like the stuff of fairy tales as she slowly makes her way through the excited crowd. Several alphas grope her ass, and another even slips a twenty-dollar bill into her bra, yet they stop the moment they see who has caught her eye, and good. They know their place.
No one fucks with Killian Whitefang. I own this city, and they know it. I even own the manager of this fine establishment.
He failed to pay back the money he loaned from me for his herpes treatment six months ago, and I’m just here to collect my down payment.
One way or other, he owes me.
Buttercup reaches my side, and her cinnamon perfume catches me off guard. It’s not strong, but it’s just enough to make my pants grow that little bit tighter.
It looks like my knot has swollen.
The omega straddles my lap, and the moment her hot, damp pussy brushes my knot, I freeze.