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“I will be there,” was all he said.
His words left me wondering again, but then I remembered how quickly he’d found this loan and pushed it through for me, needing only my approval and signatures to finalize it. Who did that in this day and age for a stranger?
Yeah, Mathias was into me. Even if it was just for a single fun time, I was looking forward to it.
Chapter Nine
Mathias
From the side of my Ferrari a few parking spaces away, I watched Saber fuss over putting his kids in the backseat of his car, then get into the driver’s seat and glide off. A strange sensation came over me. I wanted to follow him. Letting him out of my sight seemed wrong.
In my gut a kind fluttering began, as if something at dinner hadn’t settled right.
The evening was still young but I felt exhausted. I shouldn’t have been so tired, but the night before I’d slept little, waking often with dreams still hovering, blurred, meaningless, forgotten.
But I knew what they were about. My body understood. My attraction to Saber flared. I wanted. I wanted what I couldn’t have.
Did Saber feel it? Sometimes when he looked at me with his clear blue eyes as if I were the most confounding being he’d ever met, I thought maybe there was something there behind the competent, no-fucking-around image, behind the sweet Dad he was with his kids. Something fiercely longing. Something that wanted more. It was why he’d not balked when I’d offered to come over to his house with more paperwork. Why he’d invited me to dinner instead of just a meeting during the afternoon.
I was terrible at reading people. Maybe I never tried hard enough.
Growing up, I had always known what Kris and Trigg were thinking, or what made them tick, but that was different. They were my litter-mates.
But after my dinner with Saber, I had a new outlook on my stunted abilities at seeing any motivations deeper than financial greed or a desire to get ahead in life.
The people I hung out with were easy to read. They wanted fun and wealth. They wanted long vacations, the best attire, and great sex. Some of them attained all of it. Most did not. But they really never looked beyond their own greed.
Saber was different. For one thing, he had kids, so of course he would be looking out for their welfare before his own needs. But there was much more to him than that. His kids made him strong, fierce, even, but within him glowed an intelligence and force I’d not really seen or thought about Omegas having.
In truth, I hadn’t bothered to look. Father’s lessons hooked deep. Omegas were good for cooling the Burn and bearing young. That was it. Father’s cold pronouncements had easy access into my being since even as a kid I was always looking for the easy way out, the way to get what I wanted without much thought, and zero responsibility to whatever party had what I needed.
It was easy for me to handle my Burns while defining Omegas as necessary tools ready and waiting for me. It kept me from having to think.
When I first discovered that other Alphas often knotted during their Burns—all my friends did, and Trigg as well—I thought something was wrong with me because I never knotted. It never happened.
I didn’t like that maybe I was different. Like my brother Kris was different. In my daily thoughts, I often blamed my Omega partners for my inability to knot. They weren’t into me. They didn’t mesh with my way of fucking. Or perhaps they actually hated me.
If I didn’t care, I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t need to knot to get off and handle my Burns. My virility was fine—Father had us checked in every way by a doctor before we all turned eighteen.
I closed myself off. I didn’t like the idea of marriage or family, so I refused to date. If I ever wanted to pass on my own legacy, I’d do as Father did. I’d buy an Omega breeder and have him carry my children. I’d keep the Alphas and discard the Omegas to farms. What was good enough for Father was good enough for me.
Sometimes I fucked Omegas outside the Burn, but mostly when I was younger, and at friendly parties where the Alpha hosts supplied them—rented from brothels or a nearby farm—and we all got drunk before, during and after. I never hosted parties like that myself. But yes, I fucked a hole when it was available.
Such parties were annoying when the fucking was public, though. A lot of the attendees would knot the Omega they were claiming, and sometimes there weren’t enough Omegas to go around. Drunk, I’d sit on a couch or chair and watch while the Alphas yelled in ecstasy that seemed to never end.
I didn’t like doing it at all, because maybe the other Alphas would see that I never knotted and begin to question me.
I liked my trysts in private rooms. I liked to come and go. Have it over with fast.
Things went along fine for me. I partied. I took long vacations with other rich Alphas, and I indulged in the finest of everything. To keep my shape, I had strict workout rules for myself. The routines kept me fit while I watched my Alpha equals develop pot bellies and even questionable hygiene.
In that regard, Father also raised me to be the best I could be, which meant daily bathing and impeccable clothing. It meant tidy, neat, every hair in place.
Alphas sometimes propositioned other Alphas. I had had a few offers. I declined. Most were intimidated by me.
Trigg once said, “You have a hard stare and people who want to feel good are turned off by that.”
“Fuck off,” I’d replied.
