"I'm working on it," I muttered.
"Work faster," Marco said. "Before some other Alpha figures out what you already know."
My dragon snarled at the thought.
Mine.
I know,I told it.Believe me, I know.
The insideof the tailor's shop smelled like shoe polish and laundry detergent. It was a sharp contrast to the smell of fruits and breads and I hated it.
I stood on the raised platform in front of three mirrors, wearing dress pants and an undershirt while some guy named Laurent pinned and measured like my life depended on getting the fit exactly right.
My mother sat in one of the plush chairs nearby, looking pleased with herself as she ran part of the family business from her phone. Celestine Solas was a shrewd business woman but also a very loving mother.
"Stand up straight, Kael," she said.
I was standing straight but I straightened even further earning a smile from her.
The door to the shop opened and I heard them before I saw them. My brothers were loud, confident, and they took up any space like they owned it.
"There he is," Damon's voice boomed. "The prodigal baker."
I didn't turn around because I didn't need to. I could feel his presence, all six-foot-four of him, probably wearing something that cost more than my monthly rent.
"Damon," I said flatly.
"Little brother." He appeared in the mirror's reflection, all dark hair and sharp features. The oldest of us four and the heir to the Solas Holdings. The one who'd followed in our father's footsteps without question.
Behind him came Ryker and Caspian.
Ryker looked perfect and sleepy all at the same time with his perfectly styled blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that missed nothing. He was the charmer and the society pages loved to discuss his social life.
Caspian was my quieter brother. He had dark hair like Damon's but with our mother's green eyes. He caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a slight nod.
"Look at you," Ryker said, circling me like a shark. "Getting all dressed up for the Valentine gala. I'm shocked. Didn't think we'd actually get you out of that apron this year."
"Mother's orders," I said.
"Damn right," our mother said from her chair. "All four of my sons will be there. Looking perfect. Acting perfect. This is for charity."
Laurent stuck a pin too close to my ribs and I flinched.
"Sorry, Mr. Solas," he murmured.
Mr. Solas.
I hated that too, I was just Kael.
"So," Damon said, settling into the chair next to our mother. "Who are you bringing?"
"No one," I said.
"No one?" Ryker's eyebrows shot up. "The youngest Solas son, still unmated, showing up alone to the biggest social event of the season? The Omegas are going to eat you alive."
My dragon stirred at the mention of Omegas.
Only one Omega.
