“Come on, Ro,” Rohan muttered to himself under his breath. “You can do this. You’ve waited for this moment for more than a week now. You’re a f*****g alpha. Don’t be a damn coward.”
It was easier said than done, though. Rohan could sniff out the multiple scents from all of the other alphas that permeated the room. Some smelled great, while others were less than pleasant. He was wearing a casual button-down red and black plaid shirt, and a pair of dark navy jeans. Maggie, the sweet female alpha who’d handled his application at the auction house from start to finish, advised him not to put on anything that would make him feel uncomfortable because he and all of the other alphas would be mingling with the clients, most of whom were omegas, for about two hours before the auction would begin.
