2. Rook
CHAPTER 2
Rook
T here was movement in the Omega tent, but the sun was bright, so I couldn’t see the woman heading toward us.
We waited in the center of the Alphas, our hands clasped together in anticipation.
Finally, our fated mate! The Omega who would revolutionize our world.
I knew most of the Omegas who lived at the Capitol. They were all lovely, elegant women and any one of them would make a worthy addition to our Pack.
All of us have had our fun, of course. Nobody is a virgin or anything. That’s not expected. But once we find our Omega, we won’t even think about the women in our past. Only our new Omega, someone who will complete our Pack, make us even more powerful and envied.
The Betas dropped back respectfully and then I saw her.
My stomach instantly dropped.
Whatever I had imagined, it’s worse.
She’s worse.
How am I supposed to work with this?
She looks absolutely nothing like a politician’s wife.
In fact, she doesn’t even look like an Omega.
She’s incredibly tall, with streaks of pink and blue in her platinum blonde hair, chewing gum as she eyes us up and down.
I try and fail to imagine her beside me at a formal state dinner. Or networking with other heads of state and their sweet, delicate Omegas.
There must be some mistake.
My heartbeat picks up. The doctor has already recorded our temperatures in the official matched book. As is customary, we’ll be married within the week. Alphas don’t like to wait once they’ve found their fated mate.
But I cannot imagine this Omega as ours.
I can’t even scent her properly because God, is that cigarette smoke? All I can smell is cigarettes and some sort of cloying bubblegum odor. How can I be sure this is even our Omega?
And even though I swore not to, my mind goes immediately to my ex Beatrice’s many perfections as a politician’s girlfriend.
I just broke up with her this week in preparation for the ceremony, and I can’t help comparing the two of them. . .