I tuned her out or else I would end up raking my nails through her eyes. She was speaking about my Scent Matches like this.Mine?—
What a joke. No wonder the Ironwyld Pack hated me so much. They had an Omega already. One they were actively searching for.
Now it all made sense.
“Girls! I brought someone we need to prep for her debut,” the Beta tittered. We entered through another panel of curtains to vanities lined up with light bulbs attached to the mirrors.
Only three of the seats were filled.
A redhead woman with tight coils close to her head studied me with a quick flash of her eyes. “Marge.” Her voice was light and tilting. “Introduce us.”
“She’s being offered,” Marge said, and I finally managed to extricate myself. The other two women hadn’t said a word. They only exchanged a glance and smirk. “She’s an Omega.”
The redheaded woman’s entire demeanor changed. It was so brief, only a flash, but it wasn’t lost on me. I’d had plenty of experience around catty women. She approached, almost slinking forward.
I didn’t bother looking at anyone other than the redhead dressed in a two-piece. A jeweled brassiere and matchingpanties with sheer skirt panels that reached the ground and swayed with her every step.
When she neared, her scent, so wholly Omega, slapped me across the face.
“Demi,” she introduced herself with a small nod, her nose slightly wrinkling. Then her smile widened, and she grabbed my arm like we were old friends. “It’s so nice being around another Omega.”
It didn’t hurt to use her to answer my questions.
“Are you going to be auctioned as well?” I asked.
“Nope.” She waved her hand in a circle. “I’m the Greymont Pack’s Omega.”
“They claimed you?” Color me stunned. The way they touched and sniffed at me didn’t tell me they were taken.
“They will,” she said gloatingly.
“They’re not your Scent Match?”
All she did was smile. She didn’t need to answer. It was obvious. No Alpha would have even blinked in my direction if they had their Scent Match.
I couldn’t understand how someone with such freedom and access to the Omega Agency wouldn’t seek out her Scent Matches . . . but I was no one to judge. I didn’t know her life, or her. And I had my own problems.
“My, you dressed up tonight, didn’t you?” she tittered. “Let’s get you into something more appropriate. Marge.”
Marge grabbed my arm again and tugged me away.
“I know just the thing. It’ll look lovely against your bronze skin.” I kept pace with her as she walked down the pathway created by the vanities to a rack filled with colorful clothing.
Marge plucked a soft yellow two-piece. For all intents and purposes, it was a bra with lace over the cups, while the bottom half was a sheer skirt.
“Well, come on now, undress,” she chirped. She tugged the hanger from the hook while I turned my attention to taking my clothes off. I laid the shawl on the velvet chaise to the side of the rack. I reached behind me and unzipped myself and shimmied out of the dress. It pooled at my ankles, leaving me in panties.
With the same efficiency, I dropped them too.
“Not shy, are you?” Marge laughed.
I plucked the panties attached to the sheer skirt and quickly slid them on, then the bra.
“Just as I thought,” Marge said, fists on hips.
“Do you all belong to Greymont Pack too?”
Marge scoffed. “Not if we want to keep our faces.” She peeked back at Demi who continued to stare from her vanity. “We get free lodgin’ and pay for workin’ the rooms,” she answered, eyeing the confusion on my face.
