Ollie’s smile doesn’t slip, even when the girl’s brother deliberately trips him and he almost loses his footing.
When Bird and I both forget that we’re meant to be in hiding and growl, Ollie’s gaze snaps to meet ours.
He rolls his eyes and then, when the two Alphaholes he is with aren’t looking, he winks.
Then he hurriedly raises the suitcases in a seamless move to block the guests’ view of us.
I draw back into the shadows.
I grin, flooded with a thrill at the danger because it’s been over two years since I’ve had more excitement than scrubbing toilets or been so desperate with the nesting instinct during my pregnancy that I cleaned the entire Omega dorms, including the walls and inside kitchen cupboards.
I don’t do well with authority, however, and I have felt like there has been a hand at my throat slowly choking me ever since the Alcotts broke their promise to bond me.
My Head Alpha thinks that I’m a disgrace to the family name.
Fuck her.
Zoe is the best thing to ever happen to me.
I may be the only single Mom in the hotel, but every staff member and HO loves and supports both Zoe and me.
We are the Sinner pack, all one hundred of us.
I’m not alone.
When I scan across to the gold elevators at the back of the lobby that leads to the rest of the hotel, I catch sight of a large, barrel chested Alpha. He is dressed in a designer black suit and shiny shoes.
He appears to be in his fifties and has the look of a mafia boss who likes to pretend that he made his money legitimately through casinos.
My lips thin.
He is going to be trouble.
He storms toward the reception.
When he slams his paw of a hand down on the counter, Michah straightens his back but his polite smile doesn’t waver.
He's a real pro.
Michah is a tall, muscled Beta who is dressed in an elegant blazer. He is in his thirties and has worked reception for over a decade. He was personally chosen by Maya because he was the most beautiful of the Betas and so would provide the best first impression of the hotel.
Michah’s black hair is tied back with a violet ribbon, his skin is peachy, and he has large, midnight brown eyes,
His charm can normally disarm any guest.
Apparently, not this guest.
“I called earlier and requested Omega Three in the fucking catalog,” the Alpha growls. “But it was Omega Twelve who turned up.”
Next to me, Bird freezes.
Shit, he’s Omega Three.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Michah replies, smoothly. “But as I told you on the phone, Mr. Riva, Omega Three is already with another guest right now.”
My eyes widen.
Michah is lying.
