Such a Tough Omega (His Alpha Desires #15)

Chapter One

Ches

The ambrosial scent of lust covered the lobby. Alphas came to this place looking for an experience worthy of the money they spent here. It was, to all accounts the most exclusive resort in the region.

The omegas here worked various jobs. Entertainers. Waiters. Hosts. And porters, like me.

It was around noon when I began my shift, and my stomach growled.

My shifts varied, as did my duties, and there was no telling when I would get the chance to eat.

I stood there, hands perfectly folded in front of my waist, waiting for the influx of alphas who arrived by helicopter only a half hour ago.

The porters at the helipad would bring their luggage here, and we would take it from there.

“Here they come,” Alias said, lightly jabbing me with his elbow. “Tips are gonna be good tonight.”

I nodded but kept my eyes on the doors, waiting for my first task.

Keeping busy was not only part of the job, but it made the days fly by.

My personal rules were to keep my head down and find something to do while on my shift.

Oh, and to avoid drama, the staff kind and the staff/guest kind.

All of it. “Last week, I got a hundred-dollar bill, and that alpha only had one leather duffle. It weighed nothing.”

Alias chuckled. “Yeah, and we know why.”

That particular alpha didn’t leave his room once during his stay. He ordered room service and spent all his time in his pool—naked. Having no issue with me delivering his meals to the patio as he did. Maybe relaxing naked in his pool was his thing. It sounded good to me. I could use a break.

I’d grown up working hard for my pack. It was mandated. Expected. We did our jobs with great pride.

Of course, all that changed the day they kicked me out.

I inhaled deeply, trying to stabilize my mental state for the shift ahead. Each day, and every alpha was different, and even though I generally only saw them when they needed help with luggage or ordered food or drink, I got hit on almost daily.

“That one.” An alpha who’d just passed the giant glass doors ticked his chin my way, and the other omegas moved, parting the waters.

I pointed to myself with a questioning smile.

He nodded.

Here we go.

I walked behind the alpha and hefted his bags. “This way, sir. Eighth floor.” His keycard revealed his floor. It took me a while to memorize the color-coding and numbers for the parts of the resort, but now I could recognize them from across the room.

We boarded the elevator, and the doors closed behind us. My stomach shook as the alpha turned and looked me up and down. There wasn’t anything particularly sexy about my all-black outfit, but I got my share of attention.

Unwanted attention.

A one-alpha man, I hadn’t found mine yet, but I was loyal to the thought of him.

Some omegas dreamed of one of the rich alphas claiming them, but my fated mate was mine already. I hoped he was worth the wait.

I kept my eyes fixed on the numbers lighting up, telling me we were closer to getting the guest to their room. Once the elevator doors opened, I stepped out and waved to the left. “This way, sir.” Another thing I said multiple times each day.

Once we arrived at his room, I used my universal keycard to go inside and place his bags on the suitcase holder and give him a tour of the room, including his private pool.

All of the beach-facing rooms had a private infinity pool, and I swore to myself that one day I would stay at least one night here.

“That’s it, sir. Have a good stay.” I turned and headed for the door when the heady, musky scent of desire nearly knocked me over.

“What if you stay and help me with that, Ches.”

This part I would never get used to. Some alphas thought every omega in the building was on the menu, and some were. Not me.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m taken.” The lie flowed effortlessly off my tongue.

“I understand, but if you change your mind, well, you know where I am.” He walked over and placed a few twenties in my hand.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll keep that in mind.” I would not.

Another smile and a nod then I was on my way.

My job was more than just lugging bags around. It was also setting up the ballroom. Helping with props and furniture. Moving speakers and replacing electronics. Room service. We did all kinds of things and were expected to be good sports about it.

I was finally able to stop for some dinner thirty minutes before my shift was over. There was a refrigerator and large break area. Alias came in, looking worse for wear and complaining about his feet. Again.

Unlike me, he wasn’t used to physical labor.

He was a trust-fund baby, but those funds were accessible only after he’d worked for five years.

“You need to eat to keep up your strength,” I said as he reached for an energy drink.

“I wish I grew up in a real pack like you did. I would be in better shape.”

I scoffed and grabbed a box of leftovers. The chefs made up meals for us, easy to grab and heat. “You mean the pack that kicked me out because they had too many males. No, you really don’t, Alias.”