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I don’t have the best history with omegas, and my newly awakened instincts are a total wildcard.
But either because Catherine’s thirty years older, her intentions are pure, or I’m just too freaking exhausted to be territorial, I don’t get swept up in any stab-the-intruder urges.
I press my fingerprint to the keypad and wave her inside my latest temporary hidey hole. “Thanks for coming. I just… I need all the help.”
“The things you’ve been through. Promise. I’ll do everything in my power to get you happily settled.” Catherine pats my shoulder, and instead of flinching, my reflex is to lean into her motherly warmth.
I pull back blushing the second I realize.
Am I that desperate for touch?
Thankfully, weighted blankets are a thing.
My bungalow’s kitchen and living room are one big space, all gleaming white and cozy-but-sterile, bleached to remove the scents of anyone who’s ever spent the night.
Catherine seats herself on the cream sofa, tipping the contents of her cherry-print tote onto the coffee table. “We’re so excited to have you on our roster. ”
Yes. The sex roster. Just like I always dreamed. “My timeline is—”
“Tight.” She nods. “It’s not a problem. Our alphas will be delighted to meet a new omega. You can jump right into all the pre-scheduled socials on campus starting tomorrow.” She slips me a stack of calendars and event invites. “If you’re wanting individual dates, those will take a little longer to vet and schedule. The real sad thing is we can’t throw you a proper debutante party. I—”
“No. No party.” My last one ended with a gunshot wound. “Just normal socials.”
“Love a woman who knows what she wants.” Catherine taps my feedback into her phone. “Are you wanting unchaperoned dates?”
“No.” The answer pops out with zero thought. “Only chaperoned.” I need to meet alphas, but I want to meet them in public and take official offers.
Not off-book sexcapades.
“Noted. There’s a bonus for your first heat with us, so even with your higher debt to the center, you’ll be clear within a few years.”
“It’s not…technically my first.” I wiggle on the sofa.
“I heard, but… You were alone throughout?”
I dry-swallow. ”Yes.”
“Oh, Lilah.” She pats my hand. Just two warm taps that are gone before I can pull back. “That’ll never happen again. Even if your heat hits suddenly, we have trained, on-call alphas ready to ease you until your pack of choice can arrive.”
It says how far I’ve fallen that on-call sex sounds so comforting. “Will I have much choice in alphas?”
“You’ll have a buffet.” Her smile flashes two deep dimples. “Why choose one pack when you can sample all the flavors? Rugged. Refined. Wild. Athletic. Academic. After the first few heats, you’ll stop craving a mating bite and start enjoying the adventure.”
“You make it sound so…”
“Liberating?” Catherine crosses her legs. “Rotation gets a bad reputation. But, you tell me. You’ve spent more time than most with all the princesses pining over forever packs. What happens when they choose wrong?”
I don’t need to think of any omega but myself.
Look at me and Wyvern Pack.
Biology would tell you we’re perfect for each other. I shake my head. “It’s a fucking mess.”
“Exactly. Never choose and you’ll never choose wrong.” Catherine pushes the tablet across the table to me. “Now. Let’s get your name on this schedule and find you some alphas who’ll be begging for your attention.”
I want to believe.
I don’t, because whatever she says, I’m still a Darling.
