The omega frowns, shaking her head and causing a soft curl to tumble out of her up-do.
Then she turns and walks straight up to me. I find myself desperately wanting to scent her. I try to do it subtly, but there’s nothing. Just her pretty oval face and intense green eyes staring up at me.
“I’m really sorry, Valentin.”
My alpha surges forward. He should be out cold. We’ve been on high alert for weeks, over-analysing, over-thinking every little thing, but instead, he’s right here with me, staring hard at this omega with the prettiest green eyes.
We’ve always liked the colour green.
“Your job isn’t to chat with people. I get that. But my staff, the omegas, have a lot of trauma with alphas. I was worried about Luc, but they’ve responded strangely well.”
My brother flashes me a smug smile.
“So we thought we could try and make them a little desensitised by introducing them to somegoodalphas in an environment where they feel safe.”
When her eyes dart to the floor, my fingers twitch. I want her gaze back on me.
“I totally understand this isn’t what you signed up for. I’m sure your bosses wouldn’t want you here for this either—”
Bosses?I glance at Luc, but he shakes his head.
Before I can say anything, she’s staring straight at me again, into me. “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. I’m sure you’ve got other—”
“I’ll stay,” I say. I don’t want to cut off the gorgeous omega, but the distress in her tone, the slight whine at the edge of her words, scrapes at my alpha. He wants to do something about it. “I’m not a big talker, though.”
She smiles a little… anddamn. I catch my brother’s sideways glance, his smug smirk pissing me right off.
“That’s okay. I think just having more alphas here might help. I’m also teaching a workshop today, so Iappreciate the extra help. I won’t be on the salon floor this afternoon...”
“Where will you be?” My brother frowns, his concern clear, and I can’t help feeling a little edgy too.
“The room next door, the one you helped me pack the bags for.” She smiles again.
How is this the same omega who had an alpha incapacitated and bleeding?
“I’ll see you both later.” Then she turns away, calling over her shoulder. “Oh, there’s food in the fridge at the back. Help yourselves—it’s for everyone!”
She saunters off, and I find my eyes glued to her legs, roaming over her ass even though it’s covered by that damn jumper.
When my brother coughs, I glare at him.
“Told you so,” he whispers.
We’ve just met.
He’s told me nothing.
He doesn’t have a clue.
***
Later that day, I hate my brother.
We split up when Revea left for her workshop. Of course Luciano wanted to follow her like the simpering idiot his alpha is letting him become. But I stepped in, told him to stay on the salon floor.
The omegas seem to like him more anyway. They’ve given me wary glances, and I’m sure my constant pissed-off expression isn’t making anyone feel comfortable.
Three hours later, and I’m wondering if I made the right choice.
