“Oh, I don’t think so. Not until you spill.”
“Nothing to spill. We had sex. I was a little drunk. It happens.”
“I see,” Lucy replied with a knowing smile.
“No. You don’t see. You don’t see anything.”
Lucy dismissed her with the wave of a hand, just as a server appeared with a pair of drinks and sat them on the table.
“A gentleman asked me to deliver these to you.”
“What gentleman?” Lucy asked.
“He’s in a private booth. He said to put you on his tab, so drinks are on him the rest of the night.”
Lucy and Sasha exchanged looks. It was creepy to have some guy they didn’t know and couldn’t see buying their drinks. And why?
“Thank him for the drinks, but we’ll pay for our own from here on out,” Sasha told her.
“Very good,” the server replied, not asking questions before leaving them to return to the bar to refill her tray.
She was likely accustomed to strange men trying to buy women and the assorted reactions to that. Some women were all too happy to let someone supply them with booze, but it wasn’t always a good idea - especially when you couldn’t see the person buying them for you.
“Give me my phone,” Lucy said.
Sasha handed it across the table to her and continued to smirk. Lucy ignored her, sending a reply to Ryan. She kept it short, letting him know that she was out and would talk to him later.
“So, how was he?”
“Sasha!”
“What? I saw his bio. He’s gorgeous. How you cannot be interested in a man like that is beyond me.”
“He’s an Alpha.”
“And?”
“You know how I feel about the whole Alpha Omega thing. I refuse to become someone’s baby machine and spend the rest of my life popping out new pups to populate the pack. It’s an antiquated, barbaric custom.”
“I don’t disagree, but you said he just wants a date to a dance. What’s the harm in that?”
“I suppose,” Lucy shrugged, changing the subject to discuss one of their classes together.
There weren’t many people here she could discuss things like this with. When she had moved away from her pack and into the city to attend classes, she hadn’t realized how much things would change. She lived a life of secrecy among humans who knew nothing of her kind’s existence. Conversation between wolves was often cloaked or just left for a time when they were safe to talk, like the girls night out with a couple of other Betas. It was loud here, so they were safe.
Even the Alpha Meets Omega app wasn’t accessible to anyone other than those with a code to join. Sasha had given her a code to get in after realizing she was also a wolf from her scent and befriending her, inviting her into her little circle of friends. Lucy was the lone Omega and sometimes felt like she didn’t belong, but it was her own insecurities rather than anything the other women said or did.
Leaving the club a couple of hours later, she and Sasha said their goodbyes outside the front door. Sasha’s family was wealthy. She lived in a penthouse apartment not far from the club and would walk home. Lucy had stayed with her a bit when she first got here, but some added funds had soon afforded her a place of her own.
Lucy wasn’t as fortunate as Sasha, all but disowned upon her announcement that she had received a scholarship to attend art school rather than seek marriage, as expected by her overbearing father. She lived across town in a less appealing neighborhood, but she had a small house to herself. It was clean and safe.
She hailed a cab and hopped in, giving him her address, and leaning back in the seat. Pulling out her phone, she sent a message to Ryan.
Hope it’s not too late to message. I’m just now heading home. I’ll call you tomorrow about retrieving my earrings.
She looked at it for a moment, realizing it sounded a bit like a brushoff. Maybe Sasha was right and she should just enjoy whatever happened with him. He wasn’t trying to marry her and he was a fantastic fuck. She twitched a little in the seat of the cab just thinking about how he had felt. Why not enjoy it while it lasted. She smiled and tapped the keys again, adding a final note before hitting send.
Or you could just bring them over.
“Here we are. $7.00,” the cab driver said, pulling up to the curb in front of her house.
“Thanks,” she replied, handing him a ten dollar bill, and hopping out of the car.
Down the street, a car pulled over and parked. Lucy caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one getting in late. She fumbled around in her purse for her keys and finally fished them out to open the door. The car had turned off its headlights, but no one had gotten out. Probably a postdate make-out in the car. She unlocked the door and went inside, not giving it another thought.