It wasn’t that I wanted to keep my distance. I just… Didn’t quite know how to connect with him.
Not in the way he wanted, at least. The way an alpha was supposed to interact with an omega they wanted to court.
What the fuck did I know about convincing someone that I was the alpha for them? I was more likely to say something rude by accident and fuck things up for Indigo. He also showed very little interest in the two of us. Joon was never outwardly unkind… well, he did have an attitude. But besides that, he just seemed uninterested in actually packing up.
But that was all going to change tonight.
The Omega’s Lust Halloween Trick or Treat Packtacular wasexactlywhat our pack needed, an opportunity to meet on neutralterritory in a place designed to cater to even the most illicit desires lurking behind our painted smiles and overly careful courting.
It’d been a long time since I’d made it out—the Packtacular was a charity event, the funds going towards covering care for omegas who otherwise couldn’t afford the facilities fees. They rented out an amusement park for the night, hired a pile of entertainers and security, and let members run wild for a door fee that would make a cheaper alpha blush.
I’d be travelling a lot more for work this year after my business partner, Charlie, packed up with his beta and their pretty little omega, and wanted to spend more time at home. But with the bulk of this project officially behind us, it was time for some well-deserved rest.
And for me, that meant doing what I did best: drinking and fucking cute omegas.
The costume party element of the atmosphere was something that we still needed to discuss, my wardrobe of black on black clothes failing to provide much in the way of inspiration, but my concern was eliminated as quickly as it appeared at the sight of the three white masks sat atop the counter in a tidy row.
“Was that your idea?” I asked Joon, nodding at the masks as I used the edge of the counter to pop the cap off my bottle with a hiss.
He blushed, tan skin going magenta as he looked away from me. “N-no, that was Indi.”
Surprise, surprise.
Indigo wasn’t as big a fan of classic horror films as Marcus, but they were a close second. They’d even made their career by playing a horror-based game for an audience on Streamverse, quickly rising to the top of the horror category thanks to theirskill and–as much as it pained me to admit it since they were a goofy, annoying idiot–charm.
Like they’d sensed I was nearly about to pay them a compliment, even internally, Indigo breezed back into the room, sighing as they looked me over. “We really gotta stop doing this,” they teased, motioning to their all black outfit, though his was a cropped long sleeve, with pants that were a bit baggier than mine.
Joon laughed at the tired old joke Indi made damn near every day, and I was reminded again that I was leaps and bounds behind them in building a relationship with the omega.
I picked up a mask with little crescent moons for eyes decorated with bloody tears, waving it at my packmate. “What are we supposed to be?”
Indigo shrugged, not so subtly flexing for Joon as they leaned over to snap up a piece of cheese, greyscale tattoos shifting along their darkly pigmented skin. “Hot, mostly. Joon likes masks.”
Ah, that explained the blushing.
The omega groaned, shoving Indi’s shoulder playfully. “Shut up, I said one time?—”
“—that you wanted to be nailed by Ghostface, mhm.” Indigo interrupted with a flash of their white smile.
“That I thought he was kind of hot—” he said, indignantly, voice rising.
I took a swig from my beer, barely containing a teasing smirk. “So, what… You want us to chase you in the masks? First one who catches you gets to have their way with you?”
A squawk somewhere between a rubber chicken and an actual chicken left Joon, their dark eyes going wide as Indi choked with laughter.
“I-I-I?—”
“Doesn’t sound like a no, Gattino,” I whispered, leaning into the omega’s space for a slow inhale of that caramelised sugar andapple scent—practically salivating at the idea of finding Joon alone and out of breath between a couple of fair games. Mine for the taking.
Mine, in general.
Our eyes met, and the seconds ticked by as the omega’s chest rose and fell with panicked breaths like a scared rabbit. Monolidded eyes swivelling back and forth between Indi and me’s wolfish grins.
Prey caught between two predators.
Marcus returned from his shower, still towelling off his hair, heavy boots clicking over the tiled floor. Of the three of us, he was the biggest and had the fewest tattoos, leaving lots of untouched, fair skin. Though Indi and I were covered, Marcus always claimed any shop we went into wasn’t sterile enough, but I didn’t quite buy it. Joon’s eyes fell to the tall, muscular alpha all the same, almost relieved to be freed from our full attention.
That wouldn’t do.
