I gave you money to take your sidepiece on vacation? You used my phone yesterday to steal it.
I added a picture of his message to Drea about taking it.
Me
How long haveyou been cheating on me?
Logan
If you weren’t too busy to be a proper omega I wouldn’t have to.
What the fuck did that mean?
Auntie took my phone. “Screenshot. Block.”
“Yes, Auntie.” As I finished breakfast, I blocked all six of them on everything I could. That also stung. Most of these people were my friends. My best friends. We’d been through so much together over these four years. Even Seth who was an asshole.
Apparently, it meant nothing.
Proper omega? What the fuck was aproper omega?What century did he think it was? No longer was I sad. No, I wasangry.How dare he cheat andblame me for it?
Was it his mom? She had issues with my pronouns and sexuality–and thought Logan was better than me. Called me amistake.
“Come on, we need to go soon.” Auntie took away my bowl. “We’ll have so much fun that you’ll forget him–and find someone new. Don’t take it down. Dirty cheaters face consequences.”
“True.” While he had a few supporters, people were piling on him online.
Drea had taken her profile down. Good thing I had screenshots.
“The more fun you have, the more you win. Especially since they no longer have a hotel. Or return tickets.” She smiled evilly.
She was right. Then again, she usually was.
Fine. I’d go and have a great time in Nashville with the aunties. Maybe I’d even post about it.
No. Iwouldpost about it. It might not be Bali. There might not be any surfing. But I could still have an amazing time.
Though I wasn’t going to find a new alpha or let them matchmake me, even though they probably already were. I’d be just fine without an alpha. That’s what vibrators were for. They didn’t talk back. Cheat on you. Or steal.
I was done with alphas. Done. Done. Done. It didn’t matter how nice they were, what they looked like, or what they did for a living. From now on I was focusing on myself, my degree.
Who needed alphas anyway? Certainly not me.
Chapter Three
Kai
Sunday
“Thank you.” Auntie Kiki took her sparkly cocktail from the server. The scarf in her hair matched her swimsuit.
We were all lounging by the rooftop pool, post swim, at the Magnolia Grand Hotel in Nashville. Everything here was lavish, with exquisite attention to detail, and impeccable service.
Auntie Cookie held up her peach daiquiri, which had a little skewer of fruit in it for decoration. “This drink is stronger than your ex’s willpower.”
I laughed. “Probably.”
They were ordering doubles and the bartender had a heavy pour.
