Revea
“REVEA!”
The last thing I expect to hear on a slow Tuesday afternoon is someone screaming my name.
My training takes over. Omega instincts alert. Every hair on my body rises as the bowl of toner drops from my hands with a clatter.
And I run.
It’s yelled again, more desperate, more voices joining.
Running in heels has never been an expectation for this job, and I’ve certainly never trained with my brothers in them. Still, I’ve clearly uncovered a new skill as I sprint over the glossy marble floor, make a sharp turn around the corner, and skid into the main reception area.
My name’s cried one more time in a shrill screech as I finally come face to face with—
Alpha.
My body tenses.
Ahugealpha has his hand gripping my apprentice’s perfectly highlighted hair, yanking her back as she cries and tries to flee.
My two receptionists desperately try to tug her away, but he’s unrelenting, towering over them with a deadly scowl.
His alpha presence is overwhelming. Dominant pheromones roll off him in waves, the scent potent even overthe salon’s industrial neutralisers. He must be a pack alpha because it forces every omega in the vicinity to recoil. Even betas squirm under the oppressive force.
But not me.
My omega, me—we—are livid.
I step closer. He doesn’t even realise. Doesn’t notice me.
A deep growl bursts from my chest, teeth bared as my heels click against the floor towards him.
He doesn’t even glance at me. He’s locked on Serena, strands of her hair taut as he drags her back. She screams. The women holding her fall, and his nose drops to her throat—
“Hey,” I grit out, a snarl more than a word.
But it’s loud enough.
He hears me and turns. His bloodshot eyes swing down to mine as I stand on the very tiptoes of my heels and swing my fist into his face.
A deafeningcrackfollows, then—
“You fuckingbitch!” he roars.
His hands rush to his face, and Serena is finally free, fleeing to hide behind the reception area. The alpha stumbles back, blood pouring from his nose, through his fingers, down his chin.
I stand ready, stance steady, breathing controlled. Because this is just the start.
When his pupil-blown eyes lock with mine again, I flex my throbbing fingers, ready. The pure rage seeping from him, his acidic stench, all of it should make me cower. Maybe even whine. After all, this is an alpha about to absolutely lose it, and I’m the omega who hit him.
Made himbleed.
Luckily, I have experience.
“Sit,” I bark.
He stills.
