I shake the thought from my head. We’d be from rival families. There would always be resentment. I could never lovethem, just as they could never love me. I swipe at the pathetic tear that falls from my eye, hating how lonely I feel in a crowded room. Is it so bad that I just want someone to choose me forme? Not because of my name or my designation, but because of who I am?
I shake my head, feeling stupid and naïve as the alluring scent of rosemary and spearmint fills my nose. It soothes some of the self-deprecating feelings I was having, and a smile takes over my face. I leave the martini glass on the table and find him facing the opposite direction, looking at one of the Omegas dancing on stage.
Well, that fucking hurts.
I shake away the feeling and touch the center of his large back with my hand. His suit tonight is black and feels like butter under my palm.
Scenting him feels like a warm caress, like nothing can go wrong as long as he’s with me. I’m not sure what this connection is with our scents. It can’t be. No, there’s no fucking way I’d meet my scent match at a sex club.
“There you are,” I coo softly.
The man that turns around is nearly identical to Ian. Except his hair is a little shorter, he has tattoos on his knuckles, and there is a very significant deep facial scar that starts from his ear, spanning across his sharp cheekbone and over his bottom lip.
He’s holding a tumbler of some sort of alcohol in his hand, and I find myself fascinated with the tattoos on his fingers. There’s a cross on his middle finger, a squiggle I can’t discern on his pointer, and a knife on his ring finger.
Deep forest green eyes that match Ian’s meet mine.
“Wrong twin,” he states, his voice nearly identical to the man who paid me fifty thousand dollars to touch no one but him.
While they might be twins, they seem slightly different in the way they carry themselves. Ian has a much more light-heartednature about him while still exuding dominant energy. The twin in front of me? I almost feel like I should be running for the hills. The only energy rolling off of him is danger.
“I take it you’re Elena,” he asks. He almost seems bored, but his nostrils flare, taking in my scent.
“I am.”
He appraises me, and a pang of self-consciousness rolls through me. I wrap a hand around my waist and shift on my heels, not knowing what to say.Do I ask when the nice twin will be gracing us with his presence?
I clear my throat and find my spine. “And you are?” I ask with an arch of my brow, shifting my hand to my hip.
It’s quick, but the side of his face with the scar twitches.
“Finn.”
I feel on guard with this Alpha, everything inside of me feels torn. I should be a good Italian girl and treat him with manners, but I also want him to know he’s being a total dick. He’s just as handsome, and his scent is just as alluring as Ian’s, which makes me want to climb him like a tree, but his personality makes me want to back away slowly.
“I didn’t know Ian had a twin,” I sass, going with an easy medium.
“I suppose you wouldn’t. He was probably too busy paying an unwarranted amount of money to simply touch your cunt.”
My jaw drops, and I blink up at this incredibly rude man. How did he and Ian share a womb?This is the first time I’ve been disrespected since I started working at the High Roller, and I’m really not sure what to do.
“It certainly doesn’t look worth—” He pauses and looks me up and down. “What was it? Fifty-five thousand dollars? But perhaps there’s something I’m missing.”
For the most part, I’m a good, docile Omega. But thisstronzojust hit a fucking nerve, making my temper flare.
“If you can’t afford quality, I suggest you ask your brother for a considerable donation or try your luck down on Fremont. Certainly, you have enough money for them to look past yourcharmingpersonality.”
He murmurs something I can’t discern and licks that tempting little scar on his bottom lip. No gross, it’s not tempting. I look at him with indifference as he stares down at me. His height is overwhelming, but I don’t back down.
“I see you aren’t quite domesticated.”
Oh, this motherfucker.
I’m considering bringing my hand back and slapping him across the face when a warm hand wraps around my wrist. I already know it’s Ian because the culmination of their scents together is nearly too much to handle.
Truly, this is beyond fucked up. I’d never really considered that twin Alphas might have the same scent or that it could overwhelm me this much.
“I see you’ve met my brother,” Ian sighs. His exhausted tone lets me know he’s aware of his lack of manners.
