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Like most other alphas, we’re natural leaders, ambitious, driven, and confident.
But we’re not like these men and they’re not like us. The money in here is old and mostly inherited. They had everything handed to them. We had to hustle and fight for every crumb on our way to the top. We still fight and we still hustle, even though we no longer have anything to prove to anyone but ourselves.
As the CEO of Ashe Investments, people view me as the big, affable Cajun who started the company. I’m used to people looking down at me, mentally, if not physically. I didn’t go to the same schools they did, and I’ve overheard more than once that my accent is a sign of poor breeding. None of that means jack shit to me.
I didn’t pluck the name Ashe Investments out of thin air. We all rose from old pain to forge a new future for ourselves, one we built on the ashes of our past selves.That’swhat’s important to me. Building something from the ground up, the pride that comes with knowing it came from hard work.
It hasn’t been easy, and there’s been more than a handful of people looking to take advantage of all our hard work. My eyes settle on Kylian Sutton, our dark-haired and gray-eyed CFO. He’s smiling, outwardly charming, but he’s bored. We’re all fucking bored.
People think Kylian is a playboy, the weak link in our business, who turns up hungover to meetings and asks questions he should already know the answer to. They have no idea that when people have tried to fuck us over before, he has no compunction in ensuring they don’t live long enough to repeat it.
It isn’t business that brought us to this party tonight. But a search for our omega.
And there’s no better place in the city where an alpha is likely to meet an omega than at one of Lawrence Wentworth’s parties. That, or Haven Academy, I liken to a conveyor belt producing perfect omega after perfect omega. Just like…
Lawrence whirls Everleigh around the dance floor. Her pink silk dress rises to flash us a hint of creamy, toned legs and pink stilettos. Cian and Kylian are having the same difficulties I am. The same difficulties most of the men seem to have because Everleigh is beautiful.
Striking.
No other woman—omega or otherwise—has caught our eye like she has.
But she’s Lawrence’s omega, so I pull my gaze from her.Again. And I go back to hunting out the omega who is ours.
“What about her?” I subtly nod at an auburn omega shyly glancing our way. She’s not confident enough to approach. With the way her mother is eyeing us, she’ll be shoving her daughter this way before too long. It won’t be the first time it’s happened tonight, and I doubt it’ll be the last.
“If you like the smell of old feet, then she’s perfect. Let’s grab her and go,” Kylian snorts.
“No need to be sarcastic.” Sarcasm means Kylian is getting irritated. I’m fiddling with this fucking tie, and Cian is falling asleep on his feet.Thisis why we’ve avoided parties like this before. None of us has much patience for them.
I do another sweep of the room. No woman here smells right. And my tie? I’ve had enough. “Let’s go. I’ve had about as much as I can of omega mothers shoving their unbonded daughters under my nose.”
My eyes can’t seem to stop returning to the dance floor. And her.
Lawrence and Everleigh have stopped dancing. Lawrence is kissing his omega’s knuckles as the women around them sigh and make big eyes at Lawrence.
Everleigh Wentworth hasn’t put a foot wrong all night. She’s glided and danced across the ballroom to mutters of her being the perfect omega and Lawrence the perfect alpha.
The only problem is perfection doesn’t exist.
So when Everleigh Wentworth takes a step, wobbles, and crashes into Lawrence, it immediately captures my full attention. As does what happens next.
Smash.
“Did you see what I just saw?” Cian straightens from his casual recline against the wall.
I frown as Lawrence whirls around, letting loose at the cowering beta waiter as red wine drips from his no longer pristine white shirt. Broken glass covers the dance floor and waiters rush to clean up the mess.
“A waiter dumping red wine over Lawrence Wentworth?” Kylian snorts. “Doubt anyone could miss that.”
Cian doesn’t even blink. “No, Everleigh Wentworth escorted Lawrence right into his path. And she knewexactlywhat she was doing.”
If Cian says he saw it, it happened. No one can read a room like he can. As chief operating officer of Ashe Investments, he overlooks all details, big and small. We all have our strengths, and observation is one of his.
Lawrence stalks off toward the double doors at the back of the room, dripping red wine as guests peel apart to let the glowering alpha past.
My eyes return to the beautiful blonde, smiling apologetically as she cuts a slow but steady path through the room.
In theoppositedirection that Lawrence took.
