8. Elena

I bailed as soonas the Irishman went to the back of the restaurant.

I'd rather wait four days, likely suffer and turn into a needy, horny mess, than take drugs from a stranger. I wasn't born yesterday, and that Beta screams danger.

While a part of me genuinely thinks that he was truly getting me suppressants, the logical side of me knows that people don't just do nice things out of the goodness of their hearts.

He didn't ask me for my name, and that has me on high alert, making me think that he might already know it.

What if my brother hired him to find me? What if he knows where I am? What if I just ruined everything by venturing out to the pharmacy?

But they wouldn't let me pick up my prescription unless I had a valid ID. They could have fucking told me about my insurance on the phone, though.

I rub my head. My temple throbs as I half jog back to the High Roller.

The only thing that gives me some sort of peace is that Declan seemed, well, he seemed nice. I'm used to being around men that have a certain curtness to them, but he was respectful and kind.

I mean, if he was supposed to take me, he would have never left me alone, right?

Roger looks concerned as I stroll through the entrance.

"Everything okay, Elena?"

"Yeah, fine. Thanks, Roger."

He doesn't look like he believes me, but I punch in my code and head down to the apartments.

I toss my purse more violently than necessary on the desk, and I sit at the chair, placing my head between my knees as I try to not panic.

Being on my own has been harder than I'd like to admit, but I also find it extremely fulfilling. No one is telling me what to do. Well, I guess Ian pays me to do things, but it's still my choice. I choose what to accept.

I've never felt in control of my life, at least not completely. My father gave me some concessions, being his daughter, but there was still a lot that was expected of me. I can't go back to Anthony, and I won't be re-homed like some three-legged-near-death cat.

Ian's money has hit my account, and I debate if I should leave.

But where would I go?

I pull out my laptop and Google the most Omega-friendly cities in the United States. The results are disheartening, and there's nowhere else I could make the money I am right now at the High Roller. Finding a job would be extremely difficult, and the thought of navigating a new city where I know no one is overwhelming.

I just need to lay low, and not leave the High Roller. When my suppressants are ready, I'll figure something out, a different way to get them.

I make a vow not to leave these walls until I know it's safe. Hiding for the time being is my only option. Feeling dejected, I crawl into my bed and pray that Ian will come see me tonight to help clear my mind and take away some of this ache.

I tug at the neck of my dress while I wait in the casino. Not only do I feel on edge, but I'm so fucking horny that I'm just about ready to straddle the arm of this couch and grind against the soft leather until I come.

God, I'm reducing myself to humping furniture.I grip the back of my neck and squeeze. I'm slightly sweaty, and I know my pheromones have to be intense. I'm not on a high dose of suppressants, just enough to make life manageable, but without them, I feel like an out-of-control feral animal.

Members funnel into the space, but I don't see the tall, captivating Alpha I've sold my time to.

Fuck.

I can't touch anyone else, and frankly, I don't want to. I also can't simply sit around all night and do nothing, either. My dancing ability is nearly non-existent; plus, compared to the other girls who dance here, I would look like a newborn deer. Maybe I can talk to Millie or Jade about serving more drinks.

Leisha said that we could take days off when we weren't feeling well, maybe I should just go back to my room and take care of this annoying little problem of mine. I look around again and see no sign of him. I sigh, and stand, heading towards the apartment entrances.

I'm feeling overly emotional, and I'm about to cry when a deep drawl captures my attention.

"Where are you headed?"

I shiver, a smile taking over my face as I turn around. The smile quickly falls; it's Finn, not Ian.

"I'm taking the night off," I reply sharply.

I don't like the way he spoke to Ian or me the last time he was here.

"Have anything to do with your scent taking up the whole fucking hallway?"

He steps in my way to the apartment entrance, blocking my path. His height is consuming, and I swallow thickly as he looks down at me. His scent coils in my throat with a familiarity I can't deny. I swallow it down but shiver all the same.

"My brother is busy tonight."

"Okay," I reply with a shrug.

He looks me up and down, staring at me intently. "You don't look so good."

"Thanks. Every girl loves hearing how tired she looks. Move," I demand, but I don't touch him.

He shocks me by placing the back of his hand to my forehead.

"I don't have a fever," I scoff, shoving his hand away from my face.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you care?"

He laughs and shakes his head before leaning his large frame against the wall.

"Your sweet little hormones must be affecting me," he states sardonically, and I try to push him out of the way again.

"Please, just let me go to my room," I sigh.

I can feel my eyes welling up with tears. I don't feel like verbally sparring with Finn right now. I feel like shit, and the one person who can make this go away isn't here.

"What do you need?"

He doesn't look like he's being an asshole when he asks it, but I don't trust him for a fucking second. I go to walk past him again, and he collars my throat lightly with his tattooed hand.

It isn't tight, his fingers barely applying pressure as he guides me until my back is against the wall. I lick my lips and look up into his handsome face, the face that is nearly identical to Ian's, besides the scar.

"Tell me," it's a deep rumble of a bark. A demand that I can't ignore.

My throat bobs against the palm of his hand, and even though I don't want to tell him, I'm forced to obey.

"I ran out of suppressants, and I ache."

He clicks his tongue and draws his nose against the side of my face, taking a deep inhale of my scent. The tip of his nose drags along my jawbone to my temple as the spearmint and rosemary scent I love fills my nose.

Why does his shared scent with Ian have to drive me this crazy? It's even worse without the suppressants. I push back the part of my brain that"s screaming the words scent match, because there"s just no way the universe would do this to me.

"You were hoping your white knight was going to show up tonight and play with your pussy, weren't you?" he questions against the shell of my ear.

I just nod, my brain totally confused by everything that's happening right now.

"I'm not good like my brother. I won't pay for pussy either, but I'll take away your ache."

"Then why are you here?" I breathe out.

"Shut up," he growls, his hand trailing up my thigh.

Am I really going to let this rude man touch me? I close my eyes, and with their scents being so similar, I trick myself into thinking that he's Ian.

His knuckles trail the edge of my panties, and he clicks his tongue.

"I won't let you come unless you look at me, little Omega."

I open my eyes and stare into his deep pools of green; I swear to God he doesn't fucking blink as he gathers my panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside of me.

The way he touches me is entirely different from his brother.

Finn's touch is even more possessive. He doesn't kiss me or soothe me. No, he's letting me know he owns me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I didn't make him pay, I'm not listening to his brother's directions, and I gave in to him so easily.

His hand leaves my throat to hold my hip as he finger fucks me in the hallway. I'm dripping, my slick trickling down my thighs and tickling my skin.

I hate that I crave his scent, that he looks just like his brother. I hate that I'm letting him do this, but I also love it all at the same time.

He doesn't speak, he just stares as his gifted fingers toy with my pussy. With each passing second, I'm getting closer and closer to ruffling up my skirt, turning around, and presenting myself to him while begging him for his knot.

Somehow, I just know he wouldn't be gentle; he'd be rough and demanding, taking what he wants from me. His knot would stretch me in that delicious way that I'm yearning for, it would make all this ache go away. I hate knowing that he could give me the relief I so desperately need.

His thumb circles my clit as his fingers slide in and out of me. I'm so close—so fucking close. My lips part, and a needy whine escapes me. Finn's lips twitch with amusement, but I don't even care. I need to come so fucking bad, even if it's at the hands of a man with a disgusting personality.

I think he's going to lean down to kiss me, but he doesn't. His wet tongue licks a line from my collarbone to the back of my ear, and I swear he moans as his tongue touches my skin.

"Come for me," he whispers in my ear, his tone the softest I've heard.

It breaks me, and I milk his fingers, thrusting my hips against his hand. He doesn't say a word as he keeps fingering me throughout my release.

I sigh with relief, shutting my eyes as the back of my head rests against the wall. I hate to admit it, but I feel better than I did a few minutes ago.

Finn removes his fingers from my pussy and slips them into his mouth. I'm sure I'm slack-jawed as I watch his lips wrap around his tattooed fingers and suck my essence off of them.

"Maybe I see the appeal after all," he teases with a smirk.

Part of me wants to slap him across the face, the other part of me wants him to fuck me in this hallway. Ugh. These are the times I absolutely hate being an Omega. If I was of rational, sound mind, this would never have happened. I wouldn't have ever let a man like him touch me. What was I thinking?

It has to be because he's Ian's identical twin. They've got my brain going haywire with their matching scents.

I'm breathing heavily, and my body feels less on edge. At least there's that.

That at ease feeling quickly fades away as Ian walks through the doors and comes to stand behind his brother.

"And what the fuck is going on here?"

My cheeks flame red, and I wish I could turn invisible with the tension between the two brothers.

Finn smirks at his brother and boops his nose with the finger he used to fuck me.

"See you at home, Deartháir."