He looked me over and then his eyes widened as they fell on Westin. A sneer curled his lip as he looked down at his notebook.
“Williams?” he repeated, tapping his pen against the notebook. “We don’t have a reservation under that name.”
“I called yesterday,” I responded, keeping my voice even.
“Well, we don’t have it. Maybe you called the wrong place.” His eyes flitted to Westin, and I pulled her close to my side, feeling oddly protective.
“Why don’t you look again?” I suggested through gritted teeth.
“I’ve already looked,” he responded with an annoyed huff.
I leaned into the host stand, secretly pleased that I had several inches on Chad. “I’d like to speak to a manager.”
“You’ll have to step aside and wait for him,” he responded, waving his hand dismissively.
I wanted to do something childish and flip him off, but I held myself back. A tinkling bell sounded behind us as the door opened. I held Westin closer to me and went to move to the side, but our way was blocked by the three alphas who just entered. They were all in business suits and the largest of them had his eyes locked on Westin. She stiffened next to me.
“Fancy seeing you here,” the alpha said to Westin, who pointedly ignored him. I glanced down at her, but she didn’t meet my gaze. If this was someone she knew, she clearly didn’t want to talk to him.
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing past the alpha so Westin and I could stand off to the side.
“Isn’t that the omega from the other night?” another of the alphas asked.
“I’m still not used to seeing omegas in public,” the third man said. “It’s amazing they can stop whoring around long enough to eat something besides cum.”
Rage burned through me like molten lava. If I were an alpha, I’d be growling right about now. Before I could say or do anything, Westin grabbed my arm.
“It’s not worth it,” she said, tightening her hold on me.
“Of course it is,” I said, looking down at her.You’re worth everything.
Just then, a tall alpha in a black suit and pretentious sneer came over, standing between us and the other group.
“I’m the manager here. I heard there’s a problem with a reservation,” he said.
“Yes. I made one, but somehow it got lost,” I said, trying to keep my tone civil. The manager’s nostrils flared like he was trying to scent Westin, and I felt the urge to stand in front of her and block his view.
“These things happen,” the manager said. “Unfortunately, since you don’t have a reservation, I will need to ask you to leave.”
“You can’t refuse us service because of our designations,” I said, gritting my teeth.
The manager placed his hand on his chest in mock outrage. “We are doing no such thing. All are welcome in our restaurant, but they must make the appropriate reservations.”
I wasn’t usually confrontational, but I wanted to fucking destroy this asshole. But then Westin’s hand slipped into mine with a gentle squeeze.
“Let’s just go,” she said.
She was shifting side to side and biting her lip, looking profoundly uncomfortable. I hated feeling like I was conceding defeat by leaving, but my desire to make Westin happy won out. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Alright.”
As we turned to leave, the large alpha who had spoken to Westin stepped forward.
“Ditch the beta and come eat with us, omega. And afterwards, you can give us a repeat of the other night. You looked so pretty with my cock in your mouth. We’ll even pay double.”
Before I could say or do anything, Westin stepped out from behind me, standing tall. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and fixed the alpha with an unimpressed look.
“Not sure why I would want a repeat of the other night. It was profoundly…unmemorable.” Her eyes raked down the alpha’s body, stopping with a pointed stare at his crotch. If it weren’t for the way her hand trembled in mine, I would have believed she was totally unaffected by his words.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarled, taking another step towards her.
