“Luna, sweetheart, you all right?” he asks. I must have been staring at him. I shake my head and smile.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.”
“Hope your mom didn’t give you too much shite?”
I clear my throat and shake my head. “Haven’t seen her yet.”
My hand is on the handle, and I’m about to go as Ezra grabs my forearm. “If you ever need anything, if things ever get too bad, just call, okay?”
I put my hand on top of his. I swear it’s like an electric current. “Thank you, Ezra.”
He grins at me like he has a secret. “Anytime, love,” he says sweetly, and I shiver. Why does he have to be so sweet? Why can’t I find an Alpha like him? An unattached one that actually wants me and doesn’t already have the perfect Omega at home.
I’m in my head the whole way home, thinking about how pathetic I am, pining after what I can’t have. What I’ll never have.
Even if they weren’t already a bonded pack, why would they want me? I sigh as my phone rings over the speakers in my car. I click the button on the side of my steering wheel to answer.
“This is Luna.”
“Hi, Luna, this is Gina at Lavender Moon.”
“Hi, how are you?” Excitement is bubbling in my chest, and I can’t help the stupid smile that is taking over my face.
“Well, listen, we love your look, scent, all of it. How would you feel about working two days a week?”
It’s less than what I thought, but it’s not an opportunity I’m willing to let go.
“I’d love to, thank you so much for the opportunity.”
“Let’s plan on Fridays and Sundays?”
“That sounds great. Thank you so much, Gina.”
“Of course. I’ll email you all the paperwork to fill out and what you need to bring with you. Are you able to make tomorrow your first Friday?”
“Absolutely.”
“Great, I think you’ll love it here. We provide your outfits, so don’t worry about that. What size shoe are you?”
“Seven.”
“Wonderful, see you tomorrow at 4 pm.”
“Thank you again.”
“Of course, see you tomorrow, dear.” She hangs up, and for the first time in a long time, I feel giddy. I have something to look forward to. It may not be something that most people would be excited for. But I don’t really care.
I need this money, and I think more than anything I need this to give me the confidence to move on. Maybe this is what I need to move past pining over Ian and his pack.
My excitement is short lived as I walk through the front door. My mother is wearing a tight bodysuit, and her husband Stewart is sipping his coffee at the kitchen table.
“Where have you been?” my mother asks.
“I had a job interview,” I lie.
My mother scoffs while Stewart doesn’t even pay attention. “You’re an Omega. Your job isn’t to work. It’s to find Alphas.” I want to scoff, considering she’s an Alpha and has never been able to find a pack that tolerates her. I’m not even sure why Stewart is with her, but maybe he’s just happy to be a Beta that holds an Alpha female’s attention.
“Well, I don’t have a pack, and I’d like to get a job.”
