I would look like a fool going through all of this for a female omega that I just happened to help yesterday.
Instantly, a ding rang through the room, alerting me that my turn was about to start. I walked up to the full body mirror beside the glowing green elevator door and straightened out my tie before turning around to my three betas.
“Wish me luck.”
Stepping in front of the double doors, they slid open, revealing a freshly sanitized elevator capsule. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into my awaiting future.
The fifty of us stood on our designated spots that formed a circle around the room. The metallic floor was covered with a ventilation system that surrounded each green lit-up square, designed to ensure no trace of an alpha’s scent within the room.
We were required to stand within our assigned locations and wait for the omega to walk up to our area if they were interested. They would have to be within the green lighting on the floor to be capable of smelling our unique aroma, thus reassuring that each alpha wouldn’t have their scent tainted by those beside them.
But appearances were essential for some of the alphas within this session, and I wouldn’t put it past them to blame their neighbors for why they weren’t chosen. There were quite a few mature males and one mature female standing within the ranks. Most appeared the same age as me or freshly out of the academy.
How a freshly graduated alpha could afford the sponsorship and pass the vetted system was beyond me. But, of course, part of the approval was to prove that the alpha applicant could provide a lavish lifestyle if the omega demanded it, so the twenty-one or so year olds had to be from a wealthy family or were lucky enough to make it big with some discovery.
Clenching my fists, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. None of that mattered to me. Elara had sent her caretaker to request for me to find a way to get here. I had done so. The only thing that mattered was to keep my cool and not repulse her somehow. The one thing I didn’t want to do was to blow my shot with her.
That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.
I’ve promised myself never to get attached to an omega, not before I’d met her on The Den’s floor, because I knew until she had a mark on her neck from me, she wasn’t mine. It only hurt me in the long run if I became obsessed with someone I could never have.
That was why I’d refused to allow my fantasies to run wild in my mind. If I had, and she rejected me, it would only crush me after all I’d done.
Yet, a part of me had already claimed her as mine.
I wasn’t like the others in the room who had no idea who she was outside of the profile in the system.
I had met her. I’d helped her. She requestedmeto be here.
Even though logically they had a right to be here, deep down inside, I couldn’t allow it to be.
They were determined to haveanyomega select them, whereas I only wanted her.
The whooshing noise that radiated from the sliding doors pierced the deafening silence within the arena.
Snapping my eyes open, I jerked my head toward the source of the sound, only to drop my jaw in awe.
Elara stood in the doorway in an emerald dress that hugged her figure as if it were her own skin. The top bodice was see-through, with elegant emerald and crystal swirls to tease any who dared to stare upon her. Her blonde hair was braided tighter than yesterday to display the very thing I had given her.
Around her neck was the diamond and pearl choker necklace that I had told her to wear. Again, a bold display in front of hungry and desperate alphas wanting nothing more than an omega to mark and share their bed with.
Glancing around, I gazed at what the others thought. The female alphas were salivating as they fixed their outfits and tried to put on a show. A few appeared jealous of Elara as if they hadn’t thought she would dress up the way she had.
But the male alphas?
The other desperate males within the den gazed at her with the same fierce desire as my own. Yet, as I looked upon the omega who had somehow put me in this place, she stared at me as if I were the only one standing before her.
