Page 20 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I’m twenty-four, and I’m with Pack Cocker, ma’am.”
Camila drops the sneer to smile at Hayden. “Interesting. Do you all have an omega?”
“No.”
“Do you think your alpha will ever take an omega?” She bats her eyelashes at him.
Hayden’s smile is forced.
She doesn’t notice.
“I don’t think so, ma’am.” His confession makes my brow furrow.
Why don’t they want an omega?
Camila sighs. “Such a shame your pack won’t take an omega. Too bad betas can’t take omegas. You have great bone structure…” She trails off, reaching up to touch Hayden’s cheek.
“Wooow,” I say, shaking my head.
Hayden grabs her hand before it can touch his face, and they both give me surprised looks.
“Sorry about her.” Camila’s voice is sugary sweet. “That one is going to the auctions. Quite the rule breaker, hmm?” She lifts an eyebrow.
“Glass houses break too,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” Her upper lip curls.
“Tell you what,” Hayden says, once again distracting her from me. “I’ll let my alpha know you asked. Maybe he’s changed his mind.”
Camila’s eyes flash with excitement, and she forgets about me for the prospect of matching alphas and omegas. “Wonderful. Tell him I promise to find the pack a worthy mate. No filthy beings like Whitney.”
My omega hackles rise. A soft growl escapes my mouth before I can control myself. She wants me to react. She’s like a chihuahua compared to my mom, I shouldn’t let her rile me up.
“See? She’s practically feral.” Camila gives him a knowing look. “You’ll have to excuse me while I deal with her. Let your alpha know I’ll find someone worthy of the pack.”
Someone who isn’t like me.
Hayden nods and walks toward me. He stops and studies my face, lips tugging into a frown. “I’m—”
“On your way out,” I cut in. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime,” he says. “Try not to break any more laws.”
“It’s hard when they’re so easy to break.”
His head rears back in surprise, and I smile. Not a fake one either. It’s nice to know not everyone thinks I’m dirt because of how I was raised. I didn’t ask to be born into a low pack and I certainly didn’t beg my mother to beat me.
“Goodbye, Whitney.”
My name on his lips sounds like sin. It sounds like it doesn’t belong. It sounds too familiar. He walks away. I meet Camila’s disgusted gaze. She releases a low, threatening laugh.
“Some of you low pack just can’t help it, can you?”
“You’ll have to be more specific.” I plant my feet, refusing to walk toward her. She can come to me.
She takes the bait, prowling toward me like she’s a viper. She’s nothing more than a garden snake. Not even the flare of anger in her eyes scares me.
“Trash will always find a way to dispose of itself. You did me a favor by being reckless. Now I don’t have to persuade a pack to take you.” She stops a foot away from me. “Did you know that the matching software cycles through omegas based on rank? By the time it gets to you, all that’s left are old alphas who waited far too long to take a mate.”
