Mads, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse #4)

Chapter 1 Salt Port Denizens

Salt Port Denizens

Aurora

I’m wearing my designer black pencil dress with little straps. My breasts are having a great day. I’ve added glitter to my clavicle too, for the drama. The dress has a snatched waist lacing that looks so much better when I stand, but if I stand, half the men in the room will stand up, too.

Everyone knows there’s going to be a big reveal at this party later. My one true love, Locke, is coming tonight to claim me.

I roll my eyes and sigh again.

He’ll have to come begging if he wants back into my heart.

Locke caught my attention when I first arrived at the pack house at 12 years old.

I’d been living with my omega mother until Legs called for me to live with him. I would have been more worried, but I knew I had an older brother here.

That’s what my father called him—my older brother.

I’d never seen anyone cuter. He had floppy blonde hair, dreamy blue eyes, and looked like an angel when he smiled. Which he never did around me.

I wrote our names in every notebook I owned. I drew a little heart instead of the “o” in the middle of his name. He was an alpha, and I was an omega. We shared a birthday. Also, a last name. My father chose him because of the coincidence of sharing a last name. It was destiny.

It was Fate.

He was trying to keep our love a secret, but I was screaming it for all to hear. Why else would he avoid eye contact? Never touch me? Walk away when I tried to talk to him? Never be around when I’d go looking?

I was foolish, stupid omega. I truly thought he shared my stupid crush.

When he got dark bonded with the Sotos, I started looking for answers myself and found out how fucking dumb I really have been. Princess of the O’Bannons. Might as well have been locked in a tower.

Locke was not my father’s son, partner, employee, or friend, but his plaything.

Forced to do his bidding. Forced to perform for him.

The underbelly of my father’s organization finally showed itself to me.

I saw the private party rooms for myself.

The drug use. The illegal arms deals. The cage fighting. I’ve seen it all.

The veil was lifted.

Along with it, any of my girlish ways.

I started sneaking out. I lost my virginity to a stranger. And as an omega? That’s hard as fuck. We are so driven by our natures, so hookups have to smell just right or make my inner omega happy. I’ve had a few partners since, but not as many as I’d like.

I’ve been hiding money in an account that my father doesn’t know anything about. I’ve enlisted my own people I can trust to hide my secrets and help me build something for myself, so I can finally escape this life.

Getting bonded to Locke Soto is definitely not going to work for me.

I know now he never reciprocated my yearning.

I know it.

I was a child, and he was a captive. He got out with a bite, but I will get out my own way. It will take time, but I will do it. My father was supposed to leave him alone, but I guess the man didn’t find an omega…I don’t know if that makes me feel better. Did he even try?

And where the hell is he?

The party has already started. Several of the game tables are crowded with riotous gamblers underneath the gaudy chandeliers.

The open bar is being taken advantage of.

The catering tables are aplenty. The air is smoky and dark.

And I sit on a dais of sorts, on a throne of sorts, overlooking the grand gambling hall.

Everyone here is anticipating my coming-of-age.

Coming of age is just a creepy way of saying I’m 19 now and eligible to be bonded and registered.

The problem is, I’d probably be more than happy to be bonded and registered with a handsome alpha, and then my only job is looking cute and making babies.

But that’s not real.

I’m glad I’m learning now that it’s not a real thing, and not when it’s embarrassing.

My dad wants Locke and me to bond to give him the pack he always wanted. He also wants to decide on anyone else we might bond, too. And ultimately, he wants us to have heirs.

My dad dark bonded an omega 20 years ago. The result of that union was me. But in order to keep up this prosperous business he’s developed, he needs a line of succession.

Omegas, traditionally, don’t keep their last name. They are known only by their first names until they bond into a pack, and since that’s not good enough for Dad, he’s orchestrated this farce.

Legs O’Bannon is unable to bond. His teeth were removed in an act of vengeance after he dark bonded my mother. It was revenge enacted by her original pack.

They are no more as well.

Thanks to my dad.

Honey comes strutting over to me across the smoky space. Men turn their heads as she makes her way towards me. She’s wearing a G-string and pasties. Her tan skin is painted with glitter and pretty neon designs. Her bright white wig is flawless. She’s perfectly balanced on her 7“ heels.

I roll my eyes at her. I know she walks that way so her fucking sexy thighs jiggle just right. I like taller women, and she’s got at least five inches on me with those heels.

My father gets to me first. His shirt is unbuttoned nearly to his navel, and his chest is exposed. His veneers shine brightly even in this low-light room. He has a long face, big ears, and sunken cheeks. His oily black hair is brushed back.

“Aurora, my lovely bear cub, how are you liking your party?”

I kiss him on both cheeks.

Smiling, I answer, “Can we not have the girls wearing their night stalker shit on my birthday? Can they wear normal party clothes?”

He turns around to see Honey and a few more of his hired escorts. Then he turns back to me.

“Whatever my baby bear needs.” He waves over one of the many men he has at his disposal and tells them to have the girls dress more appropriately.

Honey frowns at me, and I wink back.

My father turns to take his posse to a private table in the back. Honey, undeterred, continues up to me. She sets her hands on the armrests of my throne and leans down to my ear to whisper, “You don’t like my outfit?”

“We call a couple of pieces of string and two stickers an outfit now, Honey?”

“I love how you say my name,” she purrs.

She’s being playful. Honey is my friend. She’s a few years older than I am. She’s worked for my father at the pack house for about a year now. She’s always giving me bedroom eyes.

I dart my eyes around to see how much attention we’ve garnered. It’s a lot. She pushes her very large, beautifully fake tits into me. Heat radiates from her. A kind of heat I’d like to fold myself into.

“I dressed in this to get your attention, Princess Ro, and it looks like it worked,” she purrs. “I think I have a crush on you.”

“Honey,” I protest, thinking of my massive, idiotic crush on Locke. “Crushes are for fools.”

“Then a fool I shall be, Ro-Ro.”

“Locke is coming tonight.”

“Right, but I heard you and Carmen sucked each other’s titties in the private room last night.”

Fuck.

She’s right.

But like, the women here are beautiful. And just as horny as me. And so playful. And lovely. Oh, Honey is sucking on my neck. I’m panting like the little slut I am now.

“Come on, let’s go to a private room before your dad notices. I’m being paid to be here, so if I get to choose who I spend my night with, I choose you, Princess Ro.”

Her hand is on my thigh, pushing the material of my dress up. My pheromones are off the charts right now, due to perfuming recently. I came with just Carmen’s hot mouth on my nipple last night. Twice.

It’s not my fault that my dad surrounds us with the scummiest, sleaziest men and the most fun and interesting women.

The only man who ever inspired me to a climax was Locke. The first time I masturbated, I was thinking about him. But, fuck me, the last time I masturbated was thinking about him, too.

Honey takes my hand in hers, and we sneak off to a private room.