Page 111 of Saving the Pack's Omega

“I’m Amelia Stewart, I’ll be the coordinator assigned to you this evening. That means I’ll be bringing your scheduled packs toyou and sending them off once their time is over. Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” I say nodding my head, nervously lacing my hands in front of me.

Amelia’s eyes dart down and her eyes soften.

“Don’t be worried, if I notice anything wrong, or if you catch my eye, I can have security at your table faster than you can even blink!”

“For better or worse, you have a lot of eyes on you,” the Director says. He glances around the room, catching the eye of some other old men mingling in the corner. “That’s my cue to leave you.”

“Thank you for escorting me tonight. I know you didn’t have to.”

The director eyes me one last time, his gaze analytical.

“You mean a lot to my son and his pack. We don’t have the best relationship, and my responsibilities as director often clash with the wants of my son, but I do want him to be happy. Good luck this evening.”

He leaves me standing with Amelia, who quickly pulls out my chair.

“Do you have any questions for me?” She asks.

I glance around the room, seeing a few other women dressed in extravagantly sparkly gowns. I assume they’re also omegas, based on the similar style of beading on their dresses, which I also have on mine.

“Are there other omegas here?”

“Yes, though most of them are either already bonded or currently courting a pack who’re just attending the party portion of this evening.”

“So not everyone here tonight is here for me.”

“No, these events serve as a way for the community to mingle as well as stay updated on who’s debuting. Some of the older packshere may have eligible sons they may want to introduce to an eligible omega, for example.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

I’m not sure whether I find it comforting or not that not all the packs here are here for me.

I’m landing on not comforting because even if they’re not here for me, I can still feel the gazes of practically everyone in the room.

“Alright then, I’ll send over the first pack to you. They’re called the Cordova pack. They’re a bit older, but they passed all of the preliminary checks.”

“Okay, thank you, Amelia.”

The pack that Amelia escorts over to my table has three alphas and, like she said, all of them are older. I’d say around their early forties. The leader, who sits to the right of me, offers me a huge bouquet of flowers.

“Hello there, Luna, we’re the Cordova pack,” he says.

I do my best to keep my nose from wrinkling, but it’s hard, because these flowers are the strongest-smelling flowers I’ve ever smelled in my entire life. And not in a good way.

“Hello,” I cough. “It’s nice to meet you.”

We go through the usual pleasantries and introductions and for the life of me, I can’t remember any of their names. All I really do know about them, though, is they’re incredibly insistent about wanting children.

When Amelia finally comes back to rescue me, the pack leader sends me a bright smile as if he believes this conversation went splendidly.

“Please consider our pack, Luna. We believe you’d make a wonderful mother for our children and we’d be able to provide you with an idyllic lifestyle with no worries.”

I don’t know what this man defines no worries to be, but popping out babies right now is incredibly worrying to me.

“Thank you for your time,” I say, flashing him and his packa tight smile.

Amelia takes the bouquet of flowers, her nose wrinkling as she takes them. “I’ll go put this in the back. All the gifts will be delivered to your apartment so you can go through them after and decide what to keep.” Her eyes drop down to the bouquet in her hands. “Or maybe what to get rid of, sound good?”

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