My brows furrow and Luna must notice my confusion.
“He may or may not have thrown this party because I made a little statement about not having friends here,” Luna says.
“You? I feel like everyone is your friend.”
She shrugs, and just continues the tour. Is it wrong to feel some relief? That I’m not alone in navigating friendships and relationships?
As soon as we get to the kitchen, Luna grabs us both a glass of something sparkly and I take it.
Riley, Jenny, and Cora all come over to join us in the kitchen. I may drink more than I usually do to loosen my nerves.
“So, Ian told me that Paxton is paying you to join him at a poker tournament,” Luna says.
I squint my eyes. “Hayes?”
“Oh, that’s right, he usually goes by his last name.”
“How does Ian know him anyway?” I ask, feeling curious and nervous about my upcoming night with the Beta.
“He really just seems to know everybody.”
“What’s it like having an Alpha that makes other Alphas piss in their pants?” Riley says dreamily, resting his elbows on the counter and placing his fists under his chin.
Luna grins. “Hot, as one can imagine.”
I look around and realize her Omega mate isn’t here. “Where’s James?” I ask.
Luna waves a hand at me. “I’m sure he’ll show his face for approximately two minutes. Big groups aren’t his thing.”
An Omega after my own heart.
“Now, back to your Beta date this weekend, what are you wearing?” Luna asks.
I clear my throat. “He said he would take care of it.”
Riley whistles and downs the rest of his drink. “That’s some big dick Beta energy.”
“Oh, what do you even know about Betas, you’re such an Alpha whore,” Jenny says and Riley glares at her.
“I know you can’t get locked and knotted at the same time, Jenny. But I’m telling you, if you knew how that felt you wouldn’t be pining after Betas either.”
“I think I want a Beta in my pack someday,” Cora says softly.
“Same. My mom is mated to nine Alphas, that’s not what I want for myself,” I say.
You can almost hear a pin drop as all the Omegas stop mid drink to blink and gape at me.
“Nine?” Riley says with raised eyebrows.
And so starts the night of drinking and dropping all of our trauma.
Three cocktails later…
“He had to pop it to get it out of me,” I say dramatically as I’m half on the couch, half laughing to death. I don’t think my stomach has ever hurt so much from laughing.
“Your mom’s younger ex-boyfriend had to remove a broken knot toy from inside of you?” Riley asks again, tears streaming down his face as he laughs.
“Yes.”
