Page 22 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterSix
HAYDEN
Some beta loads Whitney into a van, handcuffing her to a bar on the back of the front seat. If she could kill a man with a look, the guy would be deceased. The beta climbs into the vehicle. I hold my breath while they back out. I grind my jaw when he leaves the parking lot with her and slam my fist against the steering wheel, shouting into the small space.
Whitney isn’t mine to save.
Nothing has ever felt more like a lie than that thought.
Get it together, Hayden. You’re a beta. You can’t do anything to help her.
Asher could. I grab my phone and dial him before I can think better of it.
“What’s up, Hay?” Asher’s rock music filters through the speaker.
“Uh.” Fuck. What can I say? Let’s go steal an omega? No. That’s stupid.
I can’t save Whitney. She’s beautiful. I know her grandma died and that’s the only reason I want to help her out. Sorrow is my weakness, and Whitney is a fine art portrait of pain. Her blue eyes are tragically transparent, screaming for love. That woman is hurting.
But she’s not mine to fix.
Even if I could save her, betas aren’t supposed to mate omegas. The Royal Council would go out of its way to make my life difficult if I ended up with an omega. It’s not technically against the law, but there are things that can be done to make it clear you’ve fucked up. It’s not uncommon for betas to end up homeless if they’re found to have mated with an omega.
“Hayden? Are you okay?” Asher adopts his detective tone, ready to interrogate me and find out what’s going on.
“Fine. You want to shoot pool tonight?”
He laughs. “Oh, I see. You’re scared I’ll kick your ass.”
“You know what surprises me the most about alphas?”
“What?” he asks, completely clueless.
“How humble they are.”
“Fuck you. Seven?”
I glance at the clock. The auctions happen around eight. I’ll need a stiff drink to help me forget about her. I’ll hang out with Asher to keep myself from going to watch alphas bid on her. The people who go to the auctions are the worst sort of alpha, and my body trembles with the urge to race over and bid on her myself. I can’t do that though. I’m a beta.
“I’ll buy the first round.”
Asher whoops. “It’s like you read my mind. I could use a fucking drink. There must’ve been an omega at the station. I’ve been hard as a rock since I smelled her.”
“See you later.” I hang up on him so I don’t say something crazy.
Asher is my alpha. I’m not mad at him. I’m pissed at Camila. She didn’t have to be so cruel.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I have to get out of here. The longer I stay in one spot thinking about her, the harder it’ll be to forget her.
