I whirled toward the shout, the split in the dress whooshing to show an indecent amount of leg.
One by one, I drank in the Alphas.
One was a bronzed and rugged chocolate-haired male staring at me with hostility. His lip was curled in a sneer as he watched me. My shoulders dragged closer to my ears in intimidation. He had wide, strong shoulders. His arms were large and muscled under his black sweater. Even through his slacks, his legs looked strong. He had to be shy of six and a half feet tall. He wasn’t even the tallest.
My attention flew to the male next to him, hair darker than the first with eyes so narrowed I couldn’t see the color. Just as muscled but not as wide-shouldered and much more blank-faced than the other one. He slowly turned the cuff of his shirt-sleeve as he studied me; he’d been the one to shout.
The last was just as intimidating, but his expression less so. He seemed intrigued, taking me in with flicking light-green eyes. He was leaner and blond.
The three of them were massive.
“Apologize to the Beta,” blondie ordered.
“Wh-what?” I was still reeling.
“Are you fucking stupid?” All I could do was open and close my mouth. His slow, drawling words tore me out of the flare of attraction. They looked good, but that’s where it ended. “Do you understand English?” He emphasized each word with a raised voice.
I stiffened even more, but lifted my chin and stepped forward. He was there to block me, bringing with him his Pack scent. Immediate lust swelled through my veins, and slick gathered between my thighs, making a mess of my panties.
If I weren’t on suppressants, I would have dropped to my knees and Presented. I would have begged them to take me and they wouldn’t have denied me. Their scent was so potent and delicious, it curled through my senses, making mehungry. Yet, they didn’t react because the strain of supps I was on made me smell like any other Omega.
I opened my mouth to explain everything to them—I was theirs, and they were mine—but my voice stuck in my throat.
The blond stepped right in front of me, and it took everything in me not to topple into his arms. He snapped his fingers in my face.
Coffee. I breathed more of them in and swayed.
“Apol-o-gize,” he enunciated it with a mocking tone. The derisive sneer on his face slapped me out of my lust-filled Haze. I squeezed my thighs together. It was so damp between them.
I stuck to my determination. “I will not.”
His nostrils flared.God, why was he so hot?
Warmth bloomed in my chest and speared downward. My sigh sounded more like a moan. He cocked his head with his nostrils flaring.
“Are you turned on right now?” He barked out a laugh. “Typical Omega.” He kept chuckling while my face burned with fury and embarrassment.
If I weren’t on supps, my scent would have driven them into a rut and me into my heat.
“Where’s my father?” I croaked.
I couldn’t stay here. I’d do anything to convince him to get me out of here. I’d go as far as begging. The agony of being belittled by Father was nothing to being belittled by my Scent Matches.
“He’s gone.” Why was blondie so gleeful watching me panic?
“Call him. I won’t stay?—”
“Quiet,” the blank-faced man said, his voice sharp and stinging.
I flinched.
The blond grinned. “What? Now you’re meek?”
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Their anger took me off guard, and so did their disdain. It was a punch in the face.
My Scent Matches were disgusted by me. I bit my lip before it trembled. Straightening my spine, I lifted my chin haughtily. “She’s not worth an apology.”
That traitorous Beta kept her mouth shut.
