Knotting Before Them (Lost Omegas #1)

3. Chapter 1

“So you want someplace else to stay?”

“Yes.”

“But it needs to be facing the mountain,” I explained in a hushed voice. “In the right way,” I added, in case there were any misunderstandings.

The barkeep smirked, an eyebrow quirking up, finding my request funny, no doubt.

I brushed my hair out of my face, not caring if I looked a little too crazy. I knew how I sounded; I just didn’t care. I had to believe there were odder requests out there than wanting a room with a view, right?

The right view.

I hiked up my orange jacket, my grand attempt to add some color to the white snow of Switzerland, and smiled sweetly at the man in front of me. Like most men in this town, he was tall, burly, and in the majority.

I arrived in this small town two days ago, and since then, I could count on one hand the amount of women I’ve seen. What’s worse, the overwhelming number of men were are unbelievably tall, with bushy beards and strong arms.

“I’m an artist, you see,” I tried to explain. “I came all the way to Switzerland for those mountains, but the B I could bet my arms and legs his jeans were custom-made.

“Hello there,” I tried with a smile, craning my neck up to look at him.

He looked down at me, his eyebrows closing together in question.

“I’m Julia, and I’d like to rent a room.”