A quick sniff to air identified the pair as an alpha and omega respectively—again, not too surprising. Though he’d smelled mostly alphas and betas out on the main floor of the party, the occasional playful scent of omega filtered through, pheromones tantalizing even to someone like Jack, who’d fucked so many omegas in his time the thrill was almost lost. Of course alphas younger, less jaded than himself might jump on such pretty, sweet-smelling little minxes looking to hook up with anyone armed with a fat wallet and passable looks.
That didn’t alarm him. What did had something angry brewing in his stomach, fueled by the pitched whining of the omega clawing against the wall of the hallway, as if he could scratch through and escape.
Jack didn’t recognize this alpha, nor was he wearing any logos or colors that might identify him with any of the companies he knew. However, he did recognized the white shirt and black pants the omega sported as the uniform of the servers out on the roof-side bar. Jack could even see the glint of a silver name-tag pinned against his vest.
Well. That painted a particularly vile picture.
Jack saves server!Rhys from an asshole alpha who won’t take no for an answer at a party. Where their night will go from there is anyone’s guest.
“Waiting on Want”
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