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But he’d seen the lie of it in his father’s chocolate brown eyes. There was only one, genuine way to find lasting happiness as an Alpha.
In claiming an Omega.
Lord knew, in his fantasies he’d known what to expect, how he’d react. He’d certainly jerked off enough times as a horny teenager to those dark, twisted fantasies, the same ones regularly featuring in the ubiquitous—and very popular—Ordeal of the Omegapornographic novel series he’d so loved as a younger man. He’d heard the novel series had been remade into a massively popular series on holo now, but he didn’t have the heart to view it, afraid it wouldn’t hold up to the lurid vividness of the original books.
It wasn’t that he was bereft of female company, either—then or now. No, he’d had a steady stream of women, but never stayed with any longer than a night or two. Even the Betas, who tried so very, very hard.
For him, he’d increasingly pulled away as the years went on, even eschewing anonymous one-night stands, knowing he could only ever be happy with one type of female. Unfortunately—and it was a reality faced by more Alphas than anyone wanted to talk about—with forty just over the horizon, it was quite likely Adam would never, ever encounter a mate he could truly claim for himself. It was a reality that Adam, unfortunately, had to come to peace with.
Until today.
Now, as he focused on the sway and bounce of the round buttocks under those navy leggings up ahead, flaring his nostrils, drinking deep of the unique, musky, mouthwatering scent of her, wafting in the woman’s wake like a fragrant zephyr, one thing was certain.
He now knew what an Omega’s scent actuallysmelled like. And it was far, far better than in any fantasy.
You’d better be sure. You could be wrong.
That was possible, of course. Mistakes did happen. Sometimes, bad ones. Neutrals and even Betas were not above dousing themselves in pheromone, in what countless, fly-by-night companies pitched as ‘Omega essence.’
Only Alphas could pick up on an Omega’s truescent though; Betas and neutrals were, literally, incapable of even detecting it on the air.
That didn’t stop them from trying to mimic its power though.
He was right behind her then, within arm’s reach. He longed to touch her. He contemplated wrapping her in his arms, and slinging her over his shoulder like the spoils of battle, destined for a night of fucking, degradation, and subjugation in his den of evil.
Then she looked back, her gaze locking with his.
She felt you.
Her long lashes fluttered, her pale blush lips falling open. The connection between them stretched for a single, heart-stopping moment. Adam’s pulse thudded in his throat.
She dashed forward then, pure flight instinct, but he was far, far too quick for her. He grasped her upper arm in a flash, operating on primitive reflex in that fraction of a second.
She grunted, pulling hard, her arm extended behind her as she twisted and yanked furiously.
“Hey… stop…stop.” He tightened his hold on her more, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
A tall, younger man with a shock of blond hair slowed, glancing at him over his shoulder. “Hey, man, what are you…?” Then his eyes fluttered a moment, and he blushed.
A Beta suddenly recognizing what was happening.
“Fuck off,” Adam snapped, his eyes still locked on his quarry.
“Um, yeah… sorry.” The Beta strode away, with one last glance of concern sliding the girl’s way.
“Let me go, asshole!” she snarled, wheeling around, slapping her jacket across his chest futilely. “Let mego!”
Adam steered her toward the wall of the building nearest the sidewalk, a soaring gray stone facade, wrought-iron accents along the windowsills. He backed her against one of the columns buttressing the wall at regular intervals, pinning her back into the corner, facing him, but hidden somewhat from most of the oncoming rush of pedestrians streaming west.
“You bumped into me, miss…”
She didn’t give him her name, still twisting against his grip, even pinned as she was against the masonry at her back.
“I expect an apology.” He wasn’t sure why he said it. Her scent was powerful around him, especially tinged with her fear now. It made thinking, even forming speech, something that required effort. His cock was so hard that it was painful, twisted in his jeans. His heart pounded, there so close to her, his skin almost crackling with electricity at her proximity. His blood rushed in his ears, his senses heightened to an extent he’d never experienced before.
He could hear every individualsound. The chirp of a pigeon. Mumbles, coughs, and sneezes. The fading whisper of a woman walking by somewhere behind him, “…think that’s an Alpha, right…”
The scuffle of rubber soles. The rhythmictick tickof an exhaust leak in an idling car a few paces away at the curb, the breeze at his ear.
