Ches
I was born in a very particular kind of pack. Many others call it a cult. Polygamous, yes. Religious? No, but that doesn’t mean it’s any different from other cults who follow a leader without considering they might not be right in all things. Not a problem for me because I’m left on a deserted road at fourteen just like other extraneous male children who might interfere with the alpha and betas having all the females to themselves. They never even asked if I wanted a female. I don’t.
After living rough for a number of years, I land a job at a nice resort in the middle of nowhere. Most of the guests are so wealthy, I probably can’t count the zeroes in their bank balances, but I’m paid well, the tips are good, and so far, the guests who think I might be available for a night have taken no for an answer. Until one doesn’t, and I find myself backed into a corner, bound hand and foot. Seems I’ve gone from a young male nobody wants, to one about to be trafficked. They can load me into a helicopter, the way most of the guests arrive, and have me out of here before anyone even knows I’m gone. I thought my years on the street made me tougher and smarter than to be trapped like this.
Grant
Cuffed and Crowned’s success draw my attention. Just the kind of company I want to buy. But the owners’ consortium makes it clear they are not for sale. I never take no for an answer, but I am open to alternative ideas, one of which comes to me on a weekend trip to a small, exclusive resort in the desert. If this vanilla place can succeed, why couldn’t a kink-themed one do the same? With my backing, I am certain it can. I’d prefer to connect it to the other clubs, but with or without, Sensory Experiences All-Inclusive Resort will be opened within a year.Working on my ideas, I book a few more days in the villa. Midweek and off-season, the place is close to deserted, quiet and perfect for my needs.
Until it’s not. I pick up the phone to call Reception about the loud party next door then decide it would be faster to handle it myself. There is no answer to my knock, so I try the door, opening it to find something that brought my wolf without my bidding for the first time in my life.
Such a Tough Omega is the fifteenth book in His Alpha Desires, USA Today Bestselling Author Lorelei M Hart’s popular M/MMpregshifter series by featuring the members and staff of the hottest and now largestclubin town,Cuffedand its new sister club,Crowned. Such a Tough Omega features anomegawho has had a difficult path in life, thealphawho sees the beauty behind the walls he’s erected,sweet sizzling heat, new beginnings, finding oneself, true love,fated mates, an adorable baby (or two), and a guaranteedHEA.
Such a Tough Omega
By
Lorelei M. Hart
Chapter One
Ches
The ambrosial scent of lust covered the lobby. Alphas came to this place looking for an experience worthy of the money they spent here. It was, to all accounts the most exclusive resort in the region.
The omegas here worked various jobs. Entertainers. Waiters. Hosts. And porters, like me.
It was around noon when I began my shift, and my stomach growled. My shifts varied, as did my duties, and there was no telling when I would get the chance to eat. I stood there, hands perfectly folded in front of my waist, waiting for the influx of alphas who arrived by helicopter only a half hour ago.
The porters at the helipad would bring their luggage here, and we would take it from there.
“Here they come,” Alias said, lightly jabbing me with his elbow. “Tips are gonna be good tonight.”
I nodded but kept my eyes on the doors, waiting for my first task. Keeping busy was not only part of the job, but it made the days fly by. My personal rules were to keep my head down and find something to do while on my shift. Oh, and to avoid drama, the staff kind and the staff/guest kind. All of it. “Last week, I got a hundred-dollar bill, and that alpha only had one leather duffle. It weighed nothing.”
Alias chuckled. “Yeah, and we know why.”
That particular alpha didn’t leave his room once during his stay. He ordered room service and spent all his time in his pool—naked. Having no issue with me delivering his meals to the patio as he did. Maybe relaxing naked in his pool was his thing. It sounded good to me. I could use a break.
I’d grown up working hard for my pack. It was mandated. Expected. We did our jobs with great pride.
Of course, all that changed the day they kicked me out.
I inhaled deeply, trying to stabilize my mental state for the shift ahead. Each day, and every alpha was different, and even though I generally only saw them when they needed help with luggage or ordered food or drink, I got hit on almost daily.
“That one.” An alpha who’d just passed the giant glass doors ticked his chin my way, and the other omegas moved, parting the waters.
I pointed to myself with a questioning smile.
He nodded.
Here we go.
I walked behind the alpha and hefted his bags. “This way, sir. Eighth floor.” His keycard revealed his floor. It took me a while to memorize the color-coding and numbers for the parts of the resort, but now I could recognize them from across the room.
We boarded the elevator, and the doors closed behind us. My stomach shook as the alpha turned and looked me up and down. There wasn’t anything particularly sexy about my all-black outfit, but I got my share of attention.
Unwanted attention.
