“Remember the Omega I said I took to Zach’s tournament?”
“And?”
“Well, she works here. I thought you guys could come and meet her,” he says, and something on his face falls.
He’s nervous, and this means something to him. This isn’t typical Hayes stirring shit up for entertainment. He hasn’t shut up about the Omega and how she helped clean out those dickhead Alphas all day.
Nate looks skeptical, crossing his arms over his chest, glancing at the purple neon sign that readsLavender Moon.I run a hand over my bare head and look between the two of them.
Hayes is clearly hung up on this Omega, who happens to work at a scent club. And Nate is hung up on his ex-girlfriend's daughter.
What a complete clusterfuck.
We’ve all been on the same page for a while, that we wanted a complete pack with an Omega at the center. Someone soft, who could tame Hayes a little, who could give Nate the affection he’s always craved, and for me? I’ve always wanted someone I could take care of completely.
Nate lets me give him guidance often, but he’s still an Alpha. As far as Hayes goes, I don’t think there’s an Omega on the planet who can ever really tame him.
“Please, Nate. Just meet her,” Hayes says, knowing he needs to appeal to him and not me.
“Yeah, okay. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell us we were coming here,” Nate says.
“I thought if you knew where we were going, you would bail.”
He’s not wrong. I can already tell Nate’s going to take out a ridiculous amount of money to just hand it over to these Omegas while probably avoiding eye contact.
Hayes tosses a hand around Nate’s neck, nearly dragging him to the front doors.
“I promise you’re going to love her. Just give her a chance.”
Security checks our ID and takes our phones as Hayes and Nate take out cash. The club is high end, not seedy like so many other similar clubs in Vegas. No, Lavender Moon is for the elite and it’s clear in every finish in the place. It’s clean, secure, and opulent in a way I wasn’t expecting.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that Hayes came here to find an Omega. He likes letting people underestimate him just as much as he enjoys flaunting what he has. Our relationship is currently open until we find an Omega we want to settle down with. We were free to play and see if that person possibly fit into our pack dynamic. So far, no one did, no other Alpha, Beta, or Omega.
Hayes leads us to the bar, a tiny woman with a megawatt smile and pink hair rests her elbows on the counter.
“Hayes! You brought your pack mates. What can I get for you?”
“Hey Maggie, this is Nate and Sterling. Can I get three IPAs?”
“You got it,” the bubbly Omega says, filling their glasses up.
I glance at Hayes, is this the Omega that seemingly changed his life in a single night?
“What’s the theme tonight?”
“Scent night! Duh,” Maggie says, pointing to her top covered in strawberries.
“Stupid me,” Hayes says, tipping the girl and walking us over to a particular stage.
“Was she—” Nate starts to ask, and Hayes waves him off.
“Maggie’s sweet and all, but no. Sit your cute little ass down, and wait for the show,” Hayes says.
I glance over at him, trying to get a better read on the situation.
It all pieces together, or crumbles apart, when Cherry Pie by Warrant comes on and two women come out. A blonde that takes the opposite stage and then another with familiar burgundy hair takes our stage.
A white bikini with splattered cherries is the only thing she’s wearing. A huge smile is on her face as her ridiculously tall heels help her get on her stage.
