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Beth’s eyebrows rose. I wasn’t usually one to hang out with guys, but she didn’t say anything as the alpha’s hand wrapped around my waist, pulling my back to his chest.

I followed him deeper into the throng of dancers, enjoying the way our bodies swayed together. Every touch made my skin burn with a need I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

We danced together—well, it passed for dancing, but it was more like mindless grinding—for several songs. His hands slowly explored my body. Usually, I would have been repulsed at the idea of being touched like this in public, but every nerve in my body felt alive. My inner omega was crying for attention fromthisalpha. There was something about him that was so magnetic, and I wanted to explore his body right back.

God, his scent.It was perfect. No one had ever smelledthatgood to me. I wanted nothing more than to drown in it.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Our touch did all the talking for us, and I didn’t want to ruin it with words. For once, all I needed was to close my eyes and just feel.

Eventually, we were both breathless and needed some air, so the alpha pulled me off the dance floor, toward the bar, grabbing two bottles of water.

“What do you want to do next?” he asked.

Uncapping my bottle of water, I took a few gulps before abandoning it on a table and making my way to the dance floor.

“That depends,” I said, biting my lip.

“Depends on what, beautiful?”

“What’s your name? You already know mine.”

His smile widened, my stomach fluttering.

“Charlie.”

Chapter 3

Storm

Was it a shitty move, giving her the name of my pack mate instead of my real name? Maybe, but I had been burned far too many times by puck bunnies who believed that, because we slept together once, they somehow had rights to me.

One even stalked me my freshman year. Every time I left a class, she was there, even though she had an entirely different major than me. Then she started appearing outside the apartment I shared with my pack. At that point, I had to report her to the university, and it was a mess I would staunchly like to avoid repeating.

Not that stalkers were common… Usually, women were just a touch too clingy for my liking. My pack wanted an omega to share between us one day, and I was under no illusions that the casual sex I engaged in would warp into something long term. But no matter how clear I tried to make that to the girls, they never seemed to grasp it.

This omega was something else, though.

I hadn’t dated an omega—I was saving that for when we started dating as a pack—but this one was special.

Her scent was floral. Fuck knew which flower—I was shit at deciphering—but it wasn’t cloying. The few omegas I hadsmelled with floral scents were overpowering, like a cheap perfume they had applied far too liberally. It was suffocating.

Kennedy’s scent wasn’t like that. Though it was floral, it also carried a strong honey scent that made it sweet and rich. When I’d smelled her across the rink, I couldn’t help but go and investigate.

I hadn’t needed to rent skates—I had my own professional ones—but I had simply wanted an excuse to talk to her. My pass allowed me to use the rental services, so I took full advantage.

The only reason I was at a public ice rink, instead of the university one, was because the puck bunnies were being particularly grabby of late, and I wanted to practice some drills in peace. I was far less likely to run into a puck bunny at the public rink. It wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility, but there was a much lower chance.

When she sassed me, I just about came in my pants. Most of the beta women I dated tended to just simper and agree with whatever I said.

Kennedy was like a floral breath of fresh air.

When I left the rink without her number, I was cursing myself. I was usually better at getting what I wanted.

It seemed fate had different plans, though.

I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw her at the bar. She was wearing a skintight blue dress that displayed curves I hadn’t been able to see through her puffer jacket at the rink. Her hair fell in auburn waves that, if I leaned forward and inhaled, I just knew would smell like her delicious mouthwatering scent.

She was oblivious to all the eyes on her. A number of guys—both beta and alpha—were admiring her ass as she leaned over the bar to order. I couldn’t blame them; the globes of her ass were downright mesmerizing, and for a moment, all I could think about was how they would jiggle as I fucked her from behind.

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