Turned out the Polo-shirt-sporting-omega wasn’t all he was cracked up to be. He’d pulled some trick on me I’d never seen before, and collected the scent from some other omega that smelled better than him. But once we started dancing, and he started sweating, his real scent started to come through, and that wasn’t good for him.

Whatever he’d been wearing was sweet smelling, like cranberries or some kind of berry. But his real scent was thicker and spicier, which I just wasn’t feeling at all. On top of that, he had absolutely no sense of rhythm and kept trying to hang off me with one hand on my shoulder. I’d had to stop him from falling over at least four times before I got fed up and told him to fuck off.

“Dick,” he muttered as he disappeared into the crowd. I was pretty sure he was on something too.

The place was hot as hell, and the bar was cluttered up with some real pretty boy alphas who’d come in about a half an hour ago. So I had headed outside to grab some air, and was watching a fight that had broken out down the block.

Two alphas were fighting over an omega, throwing drunken punches at each other and missing most of the time. One of them took a swing, completely whiffed, and slammed his fist into a sign pole.

“Gah, motherfucker!” He cried out. I, and everyone around me, broke out into laughter, which just enraged him more. Channeling Jackie Chan, the guy actually tried to flying kick the dude in front of him. And to our total shock, he actually connected with him—right in the balls.

“Ooooooh!” Everyone winced in unison as the guy went down hard. Ironically, the omega wasn’t looking impressed and I highly doubted he’d be going home with either one of them. The fight over, I headed back inside for one more look around.

I headed to the bar for another drink. The pretty boys had dispersed, so I made my way to the bar and ordered another drink.

“Whiskey sour,” I grumbled. Tonight was just not shaping up the way I’d hoped, and I was starting to wonder whether I should head over to R7 or just make my way back home. The bartender nodded and started to make my drink.

“Goddamn,” I heard a voice behind me say. “Dad’s spot is packed with ass.”

“We should pull a group and get out of here.”

I turned to see a couple of rich guys lounging on the barstools behind me. One had a gaudy tank top on covered with boxes of cigarettes. It was a total douche outfit, but I couldn’t help but grin.

“Smoking’ll kill you, bro,” I told him with a nod.

“There’s worse ways to die,” he replied with a grin.

“Like say—herpes rotting your cock off?” His buddy chimed in.

“Or being killed in your sleep by a psycho baby-seeking omega,” the guy in the tank top replied.

I laughed and extended a hand. “Terry.”

He took my hand and shook it. “Bradford. This here’s Gregory.”

“Call me Greg,” Greg told me as we shook. They both obviously came from money. Brad was rocking a gold chain fit for a rapper with a pair of fresh white sneakers that looked like they’d never been worn.

“Havin’ any luck tonight?” Brad asked me. I shook my head.

“Almost got conned earlier,” I chuckled. “Some omega wearing his buddy’s scent or something.”

“Yeah,” Brad replied, shaking his head. “Hate that shit.”

“Oh—my—God!” A voice shrieked behind us. I turned to see three omegas, all cute as hell, gawking in our direction. “Three alphas—three omegas,” the one in the middle gasped. “You know what, guys? I think it’s fate.”

They were all at least eights on the one to ten scale. I sniffed the air and was pleased with the result. The one on the left, with short red hair and a milky bod, was eyeing me up and down.

“Fate, huh?” Brad replied, adjusting himself on his seat. “Maybe we’re just irresistible?”

“Could be,” the middle one replied. “I’m Stevie. This is Elijah and Spencer.”

Spencer was the one giving me the eye. I could tell he wanted it—hard.

“Pleasure,” Brad nodded. “This is my pal Gregory, and this is Terry, who we just met. What are you guys up to?”

“No good,” Stevie grinned. “You?”

“’Bout the same,” Greg replied.

“It’s stuffy in here,” Spencer said, his eyes still on me. “What do you say we get out of here?”

“Shit,” Brad laughed. “You guys don’t fuck around, do you?”

“Well…” Spencer replied, letting his voice trail off.

Brad smiled and looked at me. “Wanna come party?”

“Shit, yeah,” I nodded, downing my Whiskey sour and dropping a bill on the bar.

“I got a place nearby,” Brad said as he stood up, slipping his arm around Stevie’s shoulder. “Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Stevie giggled as Brad led the way out of the bar. Spencer saddled right up beside me and stared into my eyes. “You’re big.”

I chuckled and slipped my arm around him. “In more ways than one.”

Greg and Brad both had cars that probably cost more than the addition we’d just put onto the farm. Big black SUVs with rims, again with the rapper thing. But I wasn’t about to give a shit. I had my arm around a sexy omega and was about to be treated to the good life from a couple of rich guys.

Brad’s apartment was absolutely insane. Penthouse suite of one of the nicest buildings I’d ever seen in Austin. Whoever this guy was, he was a big deal. Probably a trust fund baby.

The elevator was like something out of a porno on our way up. Brad had his hand down Stevie’s pants and Elijah has Greg’s dick out and was already starting to suck him off.

“Shit, that’s good,” Greg moaned, leaning his head back against the elevator wall.

“What’s the matter?” Spencer whispered, rubbing his body against mine. “You shy?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I laughed.

“What would you say?”

“Just not an exhibitionist, I guess.”

The elevator dinged and Elijah quickly got to his feet.

“Don’t worry,” Brad scoffed. “Nobody up here to see. Only my brother’s apartment on this floor.”

The doors opened into a small foyer with a single door made from light wood. Brad swiped his keycard on a card reader and the door beeped. The lock clicked and he twisted the handle and opened the door. My mouth fell open as I stepped into the most baller apartment I’d ever seen.

Everything was brand new, modern, with chestnut colored wood floors and white walls. A small hall lead us into a living room with one wall completely made of glass, overlooking all of Austin with a view I could barely believe.

“Shit,” I nodded approvingly. “Nice fucking view.”

But that’s when it hit me—and it wasn’t the apartment.

A scent swam into my nostrils like a school of golden fish, flooding through my brain and body, embedding itself straight into my soul. I felt like I’d been slapped silly by the world’s greatest boxer.

“What the…?”

Spencer grabbed at my arm, but I was suddenly completely disinterested. I spun around, sniffing the air, searching for the owner of the sweet peppermint scent, and that’s when I saw him—standing in the doorway to a bedroom, the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous omega I’d ever laid eyes on.