The Omegas Heart

Chapter 25 "Mating is to werewolves what booze are to humans?"

So I went to dinner. That was possibly the most idiotic decision of my day.

First I get a very official, very formal, and most of all very annoying invite from Hunter requesting that I join him for dinner. But I'm not just joining him am I? Nope it's him and the rest of the high and mighties.

Not my idea of fun.

My idea of fun? Well he's serving drinks, and might I add looks absolutely edible in his crisp white shirt. I wonder if he left a few buttons undone on purpose. The most that any of the other waiters have undone is one. I guess it's a good thing a tie isn't part of his uniform or it would ruin my view of Leon's sex appeal.

I cannot believe I just thought that. On second thoughts I can and that's the sad part.

Anyway, he's distracting me again.

We're in the main hall of the pack house where there's currently approximately a dozen large wooden tables connected, end to end, encompassed by alphas and their pack. There were more members from my pack there than anyone else's but most of them were waiters.

I sat at the end of the table as instructed by Hunter. The original plan as I hear it was for me to sit on his left but Noel was given my place so that Hunter could keep an eye on him without asking for an all-out war between our packs.

Noel didn't look bothered by the move, I doubt he even knows why he's been moved. On the bright side this is the first night and just dinner so it not just a bunch of posh alphas sitting around in suits. It lacks the formality and instead of suit the waiters just wear black.

Pretty much everyone that I knew was on the opposite end of the table as I was and I was well and truly feeling alone. Until the waiter brought me my drink. He was leaning in really close to place my glass on the table. His scent was enticing. A strange mix between the outdoors and what I expect the kitchen smells of when all this cooking is going on.

Leon.

Cassidy was not so subtly checking us out from the other side of the table every time he was on my half of the room never mind near me. Anthony was no different but he may not have been worried about his brother and more terrified of me pouncing on his mate. For crying out loud, I apologized, what else am I supposed to do? They don't write manuals on this stuff.

"That's her." I heard someone whisper. I continued to pretend to be preoccupied within my own mind but I did my best to listen to what some of the guests were saying, especially because I saw the girl referring to me as 'her'. No, I shouldn't be surprised but I can't help it. It's not my fault I'm nosy.

There was in fact several people whose conversations I was the centre of. There was so many more than I had expected. Some were asking themselves what was I wearing, to answer that question it was sweats, a vest tee and a sweater (the epitome of fashion), but that was the minority. Most were talking about how surprisingly sane I looked. Others were gossiping about my 'rogue' activity. Very few were chatting on the way that Hunters eyes barely left me from the opposite side of the room.

My eyes snapped up and there he was staring right back. My wolf stirred below the surface but I ignored it. I pushed her as far back as I could, which was harder than I looked. Feeling slightly exhausted by what I was doing I took a chug of my drink.

Hunter looked away a few seconds later, conversing with Noel. "Refill?" Leon asked, standing there with a jug full on water.

"Got anything stronger?" I asked. If it wasn't obvious although I'm sure it was, I was beyond bored and past all thoughts of actually enjoying or surviving this night without some extra help.