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I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG

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Evan had never went to a club before, but it was Jared's birthday and he got dragged along by the Beta.

He claimed that the Omega, Evan, didn't get out enough.

Now that wasn't true-

Well-

Not exactly, Evan only went out to work, or his classes-

Yeah he doesn't get out enough.

"Come on acorn, get your head outta your ass and enjoy yourself! Maybe we can find you a mate!"

Jared was drunk, he's always drunk. Or hungover, honestly Evan wasn't sure which came first anymore.

"Jared, I'm not someone who's going to have a mate- I'm pretty sure."

"Amen to that sister." A new, sexy voice, Evan emitted silently to himself, spoke.

He followed the voice to find a tall man standing on the other side of the counter.

An Alpha.

"Connor- my man, how've you been?"

"Meh, finally dragged, Evan I'm guessing, out of your apartment?"

"My birthday, my rules."

"How did you-?" Evan questioned.

"Jared comes here a bunch, and we go ways back- honestly, sometimes he'll go off complaining that you don't have a life."

The thick heat radiating off of the taller man instantly got to Evan, making him all mushy.

"Fuck control your dick would you? I may be a beta but I can fucking smell you from a mile away." Jared complained, spilling some of his drink onto Evan's black crop-top.

"Jared!"

"Wow, your boyfriends on the other side of the counter and your screaming my name?"

Connor quickly grabbed a napkin and smoothly rounded the corner.

"Come with me Evan, let's go to the back so I can get you cleaned up."

The sexual tension from the alcohol, blaring lights, and smoke clouded Evan's head as he followed the illegally attractive man through another door.

"You know Evan, Jared's told me a lot about you. You, obviously, don't ever get out. Your studying Herbology, and work a few blocks away at Pottery Barn..."

Evan held his breath as Connor approached him, deepening his voice.

It affected him much more than he let on.

"So you're an Omega?"

"U-Umm yes?"

Connor stopped, gently grabbing the wet fabric.

"Is that a question?"

"N-No it's not I-I- am just-"

"Take your shirt off."

Evan's brain short circuited, what?

"I'm not going to fuck you- unless you want me to. I'm cleaning your shirt."

"Right.. Right yes sorry!" Evan quickly, and un-graciously, stripped off his top, shivering at the cold.

"Was that a yes for me to clean your shirt.. Or for me to fuck you?" Connor whispered huskily, leaning in to kiss Evan's neck.