Do I know how to cope with the fact that I’m actually pining after someone? Absolutely not.
Riley bumps me with his hip; we’re both taking a water break.
“You better come to Luna’s house tonight, all the Omegas are going,” he says.
The part of me that’s so good hiding away wants to make up an excuse and go home. But this newly blossoming part of me could really use some friends to talk to.
“I’m in,” I whisper and Riley grins.
God, he’s probably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I can’t imagine the idea of being with another Omega, but if there was going to be one, it would be him.
However, Riley is busy wrapping the entire city of Las Vegas around his long, lithe fingers. He isn’t afraid of Alphas, isn’t afraid of affection, in fact I think he’s the opposite. He wants so much that I’m not sure what it would take for him to consider settling down.
“You’re not going to bail at the last minute and blame your cat?” he asks.
I gape at him and he grins.
“No. Plus, who doesn’t want to see what the boss's house looks like?” I ask, genuinely curious. It’s probably going to be massive and luxurious, and honestly, I could really use a friend right now.
“I swear, I’ll drag you there by your pretty long hair if you try to ditch,” Riley threatens and I hold my hands up in surrender.
“No ditching,” I reply, as I glance around the main stage.
No Hayes. My face must fall and Riley arches a brow.
“Waiting for your poker champion?” he jokes.
“Oh hush. Like you don’t look forward to when that super tall female Alpha comes into town,” I retort and he raises an eyebrow.
“You know, I used to think you were just in your own little world, coming to and from work. But now I know what’s really going on.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that yes, I will be your Omega mentor you didn’t ask for,” he says, pulling back the curtain and walking back to the dance floor.
I huff out a bit of air and pray that talking to Riley and agreeing to come to this party isn’t a huge mistake.
The property is insane as my worn Jetta parks next to expensive cars. I swallow down this feeling of not fitting in. I know it’s all in my head, and the more I let it consume me, the more I’ll retreat into myself.
If I want to change my life, I need to be that change.
So, I get out of the car, and push the lock button four times before it actually locks. My heels click against the stones that look like they were splashed with water to look shiny tonight and approach the sprawling house before me.
I take a deep breath and knock. The beautiful blonde-haired Omega, Luna, and her other Alpha, Ezra, open the door with wide smiles.
“Hailey, you made it. Come in,” she says, in a truly happy tone. “Almost everyone from the club is here. Riley said you were coming, but I didn’t believe it.”
I glance around the house, it’s beautiful, clean, and modern. I shove the feeling of not belonging deep down. I’m going to fake this till I make it.
Mr. Martinez strolls over, looking effortlessly expensive as he kisses his Omega on the top of her head.
“Welcome to our home, there are cocktails and food in the kitchen. Everyone is in the living room,” he says.
“Thank you, Mr. Martinez.”
“Ew. Call him Ian. Let’s go get a drink,” Luna says, linking her arm with mine and leads me over to the kitchen.
I don’t think I’ve seen Mr. Martinez—Ian—smile so wide as Luna shows me around the house.
