Chapter 1
Haveyoueverjusthad the overwhelming need to be fucked within an inch of your life? No? Well, you’re lucky. Because I feel like if I don’t get someone’s hands on me soon, I might combust. I know what I’m doing is reckless and my brother would probably blow a fuse if he ever found out. My therapist, Robin, will probably tell me I’m using sex to mask my problems. I love them both, but neither of them is an Omega. They don’t know how it feels to go without sex for three months. Three very long and unfulfilling months, might I add. The need to get laid is more overwhelming than the need to be smart. I’ve hardly left the house with my overbearing brother here, watching over me. I know he only had the best intentions at heart. Coming home and making sure I didn’t fall into the deep end… again, was a sacrifice for him. But he's gone, taking his new job to run security for Deja Fox. Part of me wanted to hide in his suitcase so I could meet one of my favorite artists, but the sex-crazed side of me won.
That’s why I have my MINI Cooper parked in a garage ready to walk a block to Sweet Nectar. Like I said, I’m horny, not smart. It’s the best club an Omega could go to get laid and not abducted or accidentally bonded. They even have security that will walk you to and from the club. So at least I have a few brain cells working and my vagina isn’t completely running the show right now.
I’m tired of moping around. I’m tired of sitting around the house and feeling like a victim. I don’t want what happened to me and what I did to myself to define who I am. It’s finally summer and I’ve deemed it ‘knot girl summer.’ It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a real Alpha’s knot, and your girl is hankering. Before everything in my life went to absolute shit, I was only dating women. My want and need for a male Alpha is honestly what spiraled my life out of control.
I shake the thoughts and reminders of Meera, of the last three months, out of my head. Tonight, I’m getting myself back. Tonight I just want to feel good, in the way only another person can make you feel. Chronic masturbation is a real thing. I should know, I’m the head of the committee, but today I’m resigning. I won’t leave Sweet Nectar until I get what I came here for.
With steady fingers, I text the hotline and wait for one of the security guys to come and escort me from my car. Harry might have an aneurysm if he knew where I was right now, but at least I’m not being a complete dipshit. I check my makeup one more time in the mirror. My brown hair is in a wavy high ponytail. I don’t want to feel like my face is melting throughout the rest of the night. Since I’m not wearing foundation, just a tinted moisturizer, my freckles that I have a love-hate relationship with are present over my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I add one more swipe of mascara over my large green eyes and take a deep breath.
I adjust my tits one last time in the high-low olive green dress I’m wearing and let my heart rate steady as I wait for security to arrive. My looks are something I’ve felt confident in, the rest not so much. It’s hard to build yourself back up when a relationship breaks you, when someone you loved defiled all of your trust and pushed you to your breaking point. I used to be the life of the party, the one who would make everyone laugh and step outside of their comfort zone. I worry about being selfish, that what I’m asking for is too much.
But I can’t help it, I want it all. My designation has never bothered me. Being an Omega is one of my favorite parts about myself. I want it all; I want the nests, the large pack, the babies. If that makes me selfish, so be it, but after everything that happened, I won’t settle for less.
There’s a light knock on the window, startling me. I see a large man, clearly an Alpha, with a security jacket on. I roll down my window to speak with him.
“Hi,” I say.
“Kelsey?”
“What’s the four-digit code?” I ask. My brother would have dragged me home by my hair if I didn’t take every safety precaution granted to me.
“6258,” he replies, giving me a smile. He’s handsome, but not really my type. He reminds me too much of my brother.Gross.
“Thank you,” I reply, rolling up my window, grabbing my purse and getting out of the car. I lock the doors and put my keys into my satchel purse.
“My name is Greg. Whenever you are ready to leave, you can just text me. If you decide to leave with anyone from the club, you will need to let us know as well. We collect IDs at the host stand at Sweet Nectar.”
I nod my head. “That seems efficient, thanks, Greg.”
“You’re welcome.” He walks next to me down the two blocks to Sweet Nectar. Him walking closer to the street as I walk closer to the buildings. This part of Alexandria is busy with a combination of offices and nightlife.
We arrive at the front of the club, a large brick building that used to be a warehouse of some sort. The neon pink sign glows brightly, flashing the words Sweet Nectar. All designations are welcome, but the club takes consent seriously. Greg walks me to the hostess stand, and I’m greeted by a beautiful, bubbly Beta with inky black hair, a perfect complexion and a beaming smile.
“Welcome to Sweet Nectar. I’m Mika. I’m the hostess for the night. You will check in and out with me at the end of your evening. May I please see your ID?”
I open my wallet, looking for my ID, and I feel a little sad that she is working and not one of the club goers. My tastes are all over the place. What can I say? I’m greedy. I want someone who can take control of me, yet every now and then I get the itch to top someone else. This is why I need a large pack, a group of people who fill every need and at the same time, I can give them all my love. I have a lot to give, and I won’t make the same mistake of giving it to someone who doesn’t deserve it.
I hand my license over to Mika, and she smiles as she scans it and puts it in the system. “Omegas don’t have a cover charge. If at any time you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, you can come here to the hostess stand or there is security at every exit in the building.”
“Thank you, Mika,” I say in a delicate voice, giving her too wide of a smile. I might have gone through some shit, but it seems like my ability to flirt with any living or breathing person is still intact. The sweet Beta blushes as she hands me back my ID, and I place it back in my purse.
The club has high ceilings, all the pipes painted black, but still exposed. The lighting is dim, but not too understated. I spent so much time on their website making sure this was the right place to go, I already know where I want to go and what I want to order to drink. I make my way through the crowd of dancers and club goers. I ignore the sniffs and stares that I get as I make my way to the outdoor patio. It’s so much less stifling out here, not as many scents. It doesn’t even feel like you’re in the city. The perimeter is covered in fake flora, and there’s a neon sign that says Sweet Nectar for people to take pictures with. There’s actually a good amount of seating out here too, soft outdoor furniture with a few fire pits and water features. The outdoor bar looks infinitely more comfortable than the indoor one. It’s long and wide, made of some sort of mishmash of different broken plates and tile.
I take a seat in one of the high-back chairs and place my satchel purse on my lap. No one has caught my attention tonight, but I don’t feel like being the pursuer much tonight, anyway. I want someone who is so intense that they want to eat me whole. Figuratively and literally, cunnilingus is probably my most missed extracurricular activity.
The bartender is also a Beta, and I wonder if the club only hires Beta employees, besides security. It’s usually the natural order of things. He seems flirty and sweet until he opens his mouth. “What can I get you, baby doll?” he asks. I try not to grimace. I try to not let the distaste for the pet name show on my face.
“Can I have a mermaid tail, please?”
“Coming right up, baby doll.”
I look around the outdoor area, not many people are out here yet. The inside of the club was far more jam-packed. Everyone is probably enjoying dry humping the shit out of each other while they drown in scents.
The bartender slides my extremely girly drink in front of me. It’s kind of like an adult slushy. The bottom half is light blue, and the top is purple. There’s a pineapple and orange garnishing on the top and it even looks like it has glitter in it. I tentatively take a sip and hum around my straw. It tastes so good, this drink could be dangerous.
I haven’t caught the bartender’s name, and I don’t plan on it. Not interested in being called baby doll one more time, I slide my drink off the bar top and look for a better place to people watch and hopefully find someone interesting.