“Do you accept sexual favors as currency?”
I laugh and look over at him. God, he’s so handsome, he’s all sharp features and joy wrapped up in this perfect package.
“It just so happens that I do.”
The bar is a lively crowd. People know my name now, and it doesn’t feel as suffocating as I thought it would. It’s kind of nice to be seen.
Greer feeds us, splitting his time between working behind the bar and flirting with me. Meanwhile, I come up with a plan for both Effie and Lain, all on my phone. Their strategies need to be different. The Heather Beag is Highland hospitality, comfort, and staying where the culture is versus a stuffy hotel. Honestly, I’ve never stayed at a place where I felt more safe and taken care of as an Omega. Lain is…Lain is magic and I have a feeling I’ll be able to capture that easily on social media, the fact that he’s already doing well takes a lot of pressure off my shoulders.
I’m so locked onto my phone that I nearly miss the commotion behind me.
“Fuck,” Greer hisses as a man sits down at a table to the left. I glance over at him. He’s nothing special, but his presence seems to cause the temperature in the room to shift.
“Stay right here, alright?” Lain says as he follows Greer over to the man.
“What are you doing here?” Greer’s voice is stern and pissed off, which I’m not sure I’ve seen him so far.
“Visiting family,” the man says casually, leaning back in his chair like a pompous prick.
“You need to leave.”
“Seriously, refusing service to a paying customer?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Leo,” Greer grates out the words and the man’s eyes glance over to me and he tilts his head before facing Greer.
“Fiona sends her best,” he says, winking at me, before standing up and leaving the tavern.
I turn around to face the bar, and I see Callum with his arms crossed staring at the spot where that man was. He seems perturbed but not angry per se as Greer rounds the bar and clamps a hand on his shoulder. The two Alphas share some words I can’t hear before Callum heads back into the kitchen and Greer follows him.
I clear my throat and lean into Lain. “What was that about?”
Lain sighs. “One of Fiona’s scent matches. Wasn’t bad enough that she dropped us immediately after meeting them, but it had to be Leo. We grew up with him, Callum and him always hated each other, competitive about every insignificant little thing. He moved away for university, came back to visit family and he took Fiona with him. He takes every opportunity to rub it in Callum’s face.”
“That’s horrible.” I might not like Callum, but no one deserves to be ridiculed like that.
“I’m just glad the whole pack wasn’t here, could have been worse.”
I clear my throat, curiosity getting the best of me. “What about you and Greer? How was the breakup for you?”
He glances around to see where Greer is and leans in so he can whisper it in my ear. His hand on my thigh, squeezing softly.
“If you’re asking if I have any lingering feelings, the answer is no, neither does Greer. Finding an Omega was the next step in building our pack. I have different ideas of what I would want in a pack Omega now.”
I swallow thickly and turn to look at him. He smiles in a way that steals my breath. He doesn’t say anything else, just places a soft kiss against my lips.
When Greer comes out from the back, he glances at the table where the man was, but gives me a quick smile, leaning into the bar top.
His hair is pulled back, a strand loose, tucked behind his ear and it’s hard to not appreciate how beautiful he is along with what type of man he’s proven to be. We haven’t known each other long, but it’s clear that he’s big on helping his community and friends. The way he’s there for Lain and Callum is attractive in itself, but he helped me when he didn’t even know me.
This man is all pack Alpha and I’m so desperately drawn to him in a way I’ve never felt possible. I want to please him, make him proud, and on the opposite side of the coin, I want him to take care of me the same way he takes care of the people in this town.
My attraction toward him keeps growing along with these pesky things called feelings I’m not sure how to shake off.
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“Why don’tyou take the night off? Ginny can handle the rest of the night,” I tell Callum, and he waves me off, heading back to the kitchen.
