Craving His Omega

Solyne’s POV Loud music blared in every direction of the club, and my brows furrowed as I made my way through the crowd to the bar, barely managing to steady the glasses of champagne in the tray I held onto. “The room’s packed full today, Solyne.” Lyron, the guy who worked the shift with me tonight, nudged me slightly as I pushed back the tray counter over the island. His shoulder-length hair was ruffled and covered part of his face. The collared shirt he wore was unbuttoned halfway, his pecs on deliberate display. His lips curled back as he gave me a knowing smile when he followed my gaze and caught me staring for a millisecond. Hell, Lyron was such a man-w***e. Warmth spread beneath my skin as tingles shot up my spine and I swallowed hard in an attempt to snap out of the haze I was slowly drifting into. I watched him make a mocktail with a small frown evident on his face before it relaxed as he glanced at me. “I heard the manager brought in some exotic Omegas for some guests in the private lounge.” I fought back a scoff. “Marcus is such an asshole. Poaching Omegas for those bloody Alphas. I wonder why they put up with him anyway.” My grip tightened around the edge of the island until my knuckles ached. The system had never been just to Omegas in Lyche City, and Elysian was one of the worst; a playground where Alphas could be as depraved as they wanted. As a rare blood, I had to hide what I was every single day or end up eliminated like the rest of my kind. Lyron tapped my shoulder, jolting me out of my train of thoughts. “Are you worried for them?” he asked, his brows arching slightly upward as he stared at me with curiosity evident in his obsidian eyes. “You know how it is, Lyne. Omegas have to please Alphas.” My lips curled back in a snarl but he hurriedly raised his hand in surrender, letting out a small chuckle when he continued on. “Come on, princess. Don’t bite me, yet.” He winked, raking his fingers through his hair. “I’m not the manager. And contrary to what you think, he’s not poaching them. They choose to work for him, on their own terms, and he pays them well. Besides, they get to enjoy the company of those Alphas.” “Don’t tell me you actually believe that.” I fought back an eye-roll. There’d been several rumors of Omegas from Elysian club being sold out at the auction, or worse, gone missing. Lyron continued on when he folded his arms across his chest. “There are two Alphas here tonight, and Marcus is thrilled to host them.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Alpha Barion’s son is here too.” “The young master?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising several decibels. He bobbed his head in response, pointing his hand towards the direction that led up the stairs. “Yes, princess. He’s had Omegas flocking his lounge all night. He’s a Consular Alpha and you know how potent his pheromones are, the girls just love to be around him whenever he’s here.” “No…no, no!” I groaned out in dismay. “Why‘a he here again?!” “Come on, Lyne.” He muttered. “I know you hate him, but he tips heavily so Marcus always hosts him. You don’t have to be worried anyway, it’s not like he pays any attention to Betas. I’m pretty sure you and I will never get to experience having an Alpha in our beds because.” “Do you think I’m worried about sharing his bed?!” He leaned closer, his canines glinting as he smirked. “I’m always down to share your bed, princess. If you let me.” His words blurred into background noise. Lyron must’ve been too engrossed in his words to realize I was panicking at this point. My temperature spiked at the mere mention of the young master. Hot and cold shivers chased themselves down my spine; the kind my body always betrayed me with around potent Alphas. My thighs clenched involuntarily as the first dangerous wave of heat licked low in my belly. One strong hit and he could push me straight into heat. Worse, if even a trace of my real scent slipped through, it could send him into rut and that was bad news for me! Oh god, no. I couldn’t stay here any longer! I had to get out as fast as possible. “Solyne!” Lyron rasped out my name, tapping my shoulder again for the umpteenth time. “What’s wrong, babygirl? You’ve been zoning out a lot. Are you good?” “I…I don’t—” “Is it your time of the month?” he asked, his brows knitting together with concern evident on his face. “You can leave, I’ll cover for you.” “But…I still have an hour left, and Marcus is going to kill me if he finds out that I’m gone.” “Don’t worry about that, Princess. I’ll work out a story for the manager.” I let out a sigh I didn’t realize I was holding when my tensed shoulders softened at his words. I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer from behind the island before pressing a small kiss to his cheek. He gasped, his body going rigid almost instantly but I hurriedly let go of him, watching as he palmed his face that’d already turned beet red. “Thank you, Lyron. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Someday, I was going to tease him for this, but for now, all I wanted was to get away from this place as fast as I could. Just as I turned to leave, an aura I’d grown too familiar with hit me from a distance like a tidal wave, I gritted my teeth, clenching the marbled island tight when my feet nearly caved under my weight. “Fuck.” Lyron breathed out, pupils dilated. “He’s here.” My eyes scanned the room for what felt like seconds before finally landing on a male in an expensive suit with hair slicked back, a smile plastered on his face as he approached. I blinked frantically when the loud thumping of my heart seemed to drown out the pulsing songs, even with my keen hearing. Sweat slicked my palms and a metallic taste flooded my mouth as I only managed to regain my balance when Lyron circled over to put his arms around me. “I thought I said ‘no dating’ in my club?” Marcus hissed through the grim look on his face but I hurriedly shrugged Lyron to the side. “You, little female. Tell me why the f**k you’re here with the bartender, instead of serving drinks?” “She’s not feeling too good, Marcus.” Lyron cut in. “I’ll pay someone else to cover for her.” “Really?” the Manager shrugged. “Are you trying to turn my club into something else? Just because you’re my cousin and I cut you some slack doesn’t mean you can keep girlfriends right under my watch and pay their way out.” “It’s my fault, Marcus.” I chipped in, grabbing his hand as I forced a small smile to my face that was now as pale as paper. “We’re not dating. I came here to look for him and he’s only trying to help me.” “Then run along and go complete your bloody shift.” He snarled. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Marcus hated me, and only managed to have me work at Elysian after I agreed to take lesser pay instead. If I didn’t desperately need the paycheck to cover the expenses for my suppressants, I would’ve walked right out of this club this very minute. But the fifty-three bucks I had left in my account were telltale signs that I was going to drown in debt if I quit this job impulsively. Lyron was such a sweet guy, and I couldn’t let him get into an argument with his cousin. When he tried to speak, I squeezed his hand gently to stop him. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave now, Manager.” When I made to leave, his grip tightened around my wrist and he pulled me back. “You know what? I’m short-staffed at the moment because we have the Consular Alpha here tonight. The young master is upset that I couldn’t provide his usual Betas to serve him.” He paused, glaring at me with contempt. “You’re a Beta. Are you not? Work an extra hour for me and I’ll pay you a thousand for your extra time.” “What?!” The male behind me exclaimed, watching my eyes widen in horror at the manager’s words. “Are you trying to get her killed? You know how Circe can get with women. Beta included, what if she pisses him off and he does something to her?!” I could feel all the air on my arms standing at the mere mention of Circe. Marcus was throwing me at him on purpose; the bastard probably hoped I’d slip up and get hurt! He didn’t know what I really was, but with Circe’s pheromones this strong, my suppressants would never hold! My pulse hammered in my ears as another involuntary wave of heat pulsed low and insistent between my legs. “Please, Marcus!” My lips quivered when a shudder racked through me. “I can work three extra hours for free! I’ll even serve at the lower club, anything but Circe!” His lips curled back into a knowing smirk when he neared. “I thought you needed my cousin’s help. This is all the help you can get. Serve Circe tonight, or get the f**k out of my club and never come back!”