“I think it hit the side, nothing major,” I grit through my teeth.
“I’m going to fucking kill him.”
The rest is a blur of activity—sirens and bright lights—until my eyes shut, and there’s nothing but dreams of blonde hair, blue eyes, and the scent of vanilla frosting.
14
ELENA
“Don’t worry, he’ll show,”Leisha reassures, patting my back before walking away. She’s become kind of a big sister to me, and I hope she’s right.
It’s getting late, and it’s the last night of our contract. Cillian promised me he would be here. What if my little panic attack was too much, and this is his way of cutting ties?
We weren’t in a relationship, not a real one, anyway. He came to the club and paid money for my time, and maybe that’s all he wanted.Aw, fuck, I’m about to cry on the main floor.
Nothing is a bigger turnoff than a weepy Omega. My suppressants still haven’t come in, and I can just feel myself getting closer to my heat.
I don’t have Declan’s number to call him and ask him for the medication, and maybe now that his boss has lost interest, he has, too.
I thought that maybe tonight was the start of something new and exciting, that maybe I wouldn’t need the suppressants from now on, nor would I have to worry about my upcoming heat.
Maybe it’s best that I auction it off instead of having my little Omega heart broken any more than it currently is. I was sostupid to build my hopes up this high. Maybe I’m as naïve and dumb as Anthony always said I was.
I wonder how much someone would pay for my heat?Maybe enough that I can buy a place to lie low while I figure this all out. Without Cillian here, I don’t know that I’ll find much joy in working here. He’s the only Alpha I’ve connected with in this way, and I can’t keep living on the edge, not knowing if one day my brother or one of his men is going to walk through that door.
If Cillian doesn’t want more than a client relationship, then I have to move on. If Declan simply follows his boss’s lead, then maybe we didn’t have the connection I thought we did.
Instead of bawling my eyes out over this, I make my way upstairs and head to Travis’ office.
My knuckles tap on the door, and the door quickly opens up in front of me.
“Elena, how are you? Is everything alright?” he asks.
I walk in, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. I feel like I’ve been a shitty employee since I’ve started here, so maybe this is a way to make up for only being with one Alpha since seeking employment.
“Yes. You had mentioned something about possibly selling my heat? I think I’d be interested in that.”
“Cillian hasn’t already offered?” Travis asks, a clearly confused expression on his face. I note that he mentions him by name, but I suppose he handles membership and should know everyone here.
“Um, no. But I think this is something I would like to do. I can feel my heat riding on me. Probably not days, but maybe a week or two from now,” I tell him.
“If you’re sure, I can absolutely open bidding. How many members would you like for your heat?” he asks, jotting the information down.
“Ideally, three Alphas, I’d think.”
“Are you open to Betas?”
“Yes.”
A bearded Beta who makes me laugh comes to mind, and my heart sinks. So I push his face to the back of my mind.
“Would you prefer on-site or off-site? And, just so you know, the club will provide a mediator no matter your choice.”
“Off-site would be preferred.”
Travis smiles and nods his head. “Great, I’ll get this set up. It’s an 80/20 split between you and the club. You absolutely may veto any bids. I’ll keep you up to date, and we’ll keep the bidding open for five days.”
I stand and nod my head.
