He’s an Alpha, too, but I’ve never seen him before.
Just as attractive as the other man, he’s a little shorter, and he has a more classically handsome look, with his dark hair styled perfectly and high cheekbones that stand out strikingly when he smiles.
Oh, goodness. His smile. It lights up the whole room.
This guy should be in movies.
“See?” Katie insists, in a dreamy tone. “They’re so … yum.”
My skin warms as I remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
I shouldn’t be looking at these guys as if they’re romantic prospects.
They are, I guess, but they definitely didn’t come here for me.
They’re here to find an Omega.
“Mm hm,” I murmur.
“Too bad we’re just here to serve them food, right?” Katie asks.
I can’t know that guy. He’s an Alpha. I don’t know any Alphas.
Besides Ivan Hamilton.
I never felt a thing for that creep.
Not once. Not ever.
So, why are these Alphas making me feel like this?
Why is this happening to me now?
“No, Katie,” I tell my new friend as gently as possible. “They’re always creeps, remember?”
“Hm?” she murmurs before she looks back at me.
She sounded so sure when she was telling me that before.
Maybe this is just what Alphas do to Beta women.
At least, when they’re age appropriate.
“Creeps, remember?” I repeat.
The dreamy look melts away, and she blows out a breath.
“Thanks for the reminder. I kind of needed it.”
“No problem.”
She smiles. “It’s not like Alphas ever choose a Beta over an Omega anyway. That’s one thing those rom-com movies get right. It’salwaysan Omega.”
“Katie!” Chef Harris calls out. “Do I have to speak to you again about harassing our guests?”
She rolls her eyes as she motions to me to move back, pressing her lips together as she closes the door to the ballroom.
I can’t help but let out a relieved sigh when the ballroom is gone from sight.
