Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Alexandros

Islipped off the stage as soon as I saw her pass through the doors to the hallway. I had to hurry to make it out the front of the building, but I spotted her as she worked her way through the parking lot to get into an old Jeep. There was a pause before the lights came on, and then she drove away.

Fucking her should have sated any curiosity I'd felt, but even after covering her in my cum, I craved her. She'd barely been out of my grasp fifteen minutes, yet there was an urge to follow her and drag her beneath me again.

To keep her there, permanently.

I suddenly regretted not paying more attention and getting her name, but I remembered Ilias had said he'd found her in a diner on the north side of the city. It wouldn't take much to track her down.

Grinning into the dark, I nodded.

It was time.

I'd had a plan since I was eight, that I'd learn the old ways and craft furniture the way they had in the past, when it had been made to last generations, and then I'd open my own shop to leave to the children I'd have with my omega mate. A simple plan, but a good one, and I had achieved it all, except the last part.

An omega mate, and children to pass my legacy to.

My kitten had already had her first heat, so she could be claimed at any time, but if I wanted to breed her, the best time would be during her heat, and it was close. I'd scented it in her slick, seen it in the way she responded to me. A week or two, tops, and she'd be lost in the throes of her cycle, and perfectly willing to accept any alpha available at the right time.

Turning on my heel, I made my way back inside, searching for Ilias. He'd been trying to wipe off the stains of his own release when I'd left, and I spotted him heading down the hall as I came through the doors that separated the club from the private rooms.

"Ilais, wait."

He turned to me with a raised brow, clearly disgruntled at being stopped, but he waited until I reached him.

"Where did you find her?"

There was no reason to waste time when it would be obvious what I wanted no matter how I approached the subject. His grin made my chest tighten with a growl I barely held back.

"Smitten, are we?"

"Shut up and tell me what you know, so you can go change out of your mess."

His expression soured and he huffed.

"Her name is Sharon, and she works at a shitty little place called Frankie's out in the burbs. That's all I know."

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

"You can go now. No one wants to smell your shame."

Scoffing, he grinned again.

"You don't smell much better."

I cocked a brow, smirking as I spotted the white stains on his suit.

"At least mine is slick, not my own seed."

Ilias rolled his eyes and turned away, waving a hand over his shoulder. He was the type to rib everyone and never took anything too seriously. He'd also keep his mouth shut, so I didn't have to worry about anyone getting in my way.

A quick search on my phone found Frankie's Diner, complete with address and business hours. If she waitressed there she'd likely be working tomorrow since it was Friday and one of the busiest days of the week for restaurants. All I'd have to do to find out where she lived would be to wait outside when they closed, then follow her home.

Plan in place, I headed for the exit again. The party had devolved into little more than an orgy, and I had no interest in it. I had more important things to focus on, and my fingers itched to start working.

***

It took about an hour after the diner closed for her to emerge. Parked at a gas station across the street, there was no way she'd notice one more car amongst others, even if mine was worth more than the others combined.

I watched as she waved to the two other people who'd left the building with her, suppressing the urge to growl. They'd been with her for hours, talking to her, smelling her delicious scent, while I'd been waiting.

And I'd have to wait longer before I could have her.

I let her jeep pass where I was sitting before bringing my Audi to life with a quiet hum. This area wasn't as busy as the city, but there were enough other cars on the road for me to pull out behind her without drawing suspicion.

I kept about a block between us, and even pulled into a parking lot while she was stuck at a light to be sure she didn't notice she was being followed. Just because I didn't work in the main part of the family business didn't mean I hadn't done a few jobs for them, and I knew how to not draw attention.

Sharon finally made a turn onto a narrow side street before pulling into the parking lot of a decrepit apartment complex. The thought of her trusting her safety to the place had my fingers tightening around the steering wheel until it creaked, my jaw clenched as I heaved deep breaths through my nose.

I wanted to haul her over my shoulder and drag her away before sinking my teeth in her so she knew she couldn't leave, but it wasn't time yet.

I had to be patient.

I watched as she got out of her car and climbed the rickety staircase at the side of the building. She kept climbing to the third floor before turning to walk along the narrow strip in front of the numbered doors. She stopped in front of the fourth, the pause long enough to assure me she was unlocking her door before she slipped inside. A dim light shone through the window a moment later, and part of the tightness in my chest eased.

She'd made it home safe, even if a determined alpha could get through that door without trouble.

The thought hit me that my plans would be ruined if she was the cautious type who spent her heats in one of the centers set up for unmated omegas without an alpha or a safe place to spend their cycle. There weren't many in the city since most omegas didn't last long without being claimed, and they could be expensive to use, so I had to hope she'd stay home.

I lingered until the light went out about an hour later, then waited even longer until I was sure the area was quiet. It would take all my control to keep from taking her too soon. To keep from letting my anxiety get to me and ruin my plan. She was going to be mine, I just had to wait for the right moment to be able to claim her and put a baby in her without her fighting me.

I had to be sure she would be mine forever.

Pulling her panties from my pocket, I brought them to my nose, sucking in the fading scent of her slick.

I would come back each night and watch for signs that she was getting closer.

I'd find a way to scent her to be sure.

Then I'd take my little kitten to her new nest and make sure she never wanted to leave.