Alpha’s Private Plaything
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Susan looked unconvinced, but Allen reached into his pocket and
pulled out a small gift bag.
“I was going to save this for later, but maybe now’s the right time.” He
handed it to her. “For my brave little sister.”
Susan’s eyes lit up as she pulled out a designer wallet. “The new
Lunar collection! Allen, you shouldn’t have!”
Watching them, I felt a sharp pang of longing pierce through my
chest, so sudden and intense it stole my breath. Not for the expensive
gift, but for the easy affection between siblings. For family that
actually cared.
What would it be like to have someone who actually gives a shit
about you? The thought slithered through my mind, leaving a trail of
bitterness. Someone who doesn’t just want to use you or own you?
As we settled at a table with our food, I watched the way Allen doted
on his sister, the way she basked in his attention.
“So, Elsa,” Susan said, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “Allen tells me you’re leaving the company soon. What are
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your plans?”
I speared a cucumber slice. “Moving to Silver Lake. I’ve been offered a
position at Crescent Industries.”
“Silver Lake?” Allen perked up, setting down his chopsticks. “I have colleagues there. It’s a beautiful area–right by the nature preserve.”
“That’s so far away,” Susan pouted. “And just when we were getting to
know each other better.” She turned to her brother with an exaggerated sigh. “Allen lives near Silver Lake too, don’t you? In that gorgeous lakefront development.”
Allen shot his sister a quick, warning glance that I pretended not to
notice.
“I consult for several businesses in that area,” he acknowledged. “Maybe I could show you around sometime? Help you get settled?”
Susan’s eyes lit up like she’d just witnessed her master plan falling into place. “What a fabulous idea! Allen knows all the best places.” She leaned toward me conspiratorially. “He’s single, you know. Has
been for ages.”
“Susan,” Allen warned, his ears turning slightly red.
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I stabbed another piece of lettuce, harder than necessary. “I’m not
looking to date anyone.” Especially not some upper–class wolf who’d
eventually expect me to play the submissive omega role.
“Of course not,” Susan backpedaled, though her smile remained firmly
in place. “But everyone needs friends in a new place. And Allen is an
excellent friend, aren’t you, brother?”
Allen cleared his throat. “I’d be happy to help you get acquainted with
the area. No pressure.”
The sincerity in his voice made something twist in my chest. I took a
sip of water to hide my reaction.
“Did I mention Allen’s on the board of the Omega Rights Coalition?” Susan added, not–so–subtly. “He’s been instrumental in pushing for the new workplace protection laws.”
I nearly choked on my water. The ORC was notorious for challenging traditional pack hierarchies and advocating for omegas‘ autonomy. Not exactly the stance I’d expect from someone of Allen’s status.
“Is that true?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Allen nodded, setting down his drink. “Our mother was an omega. She…” He paused, something dark passing behind his eyes. “Let’s just
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