The Contract Omega( MXM Romance)
For once, nothing in my life felt like it was about to fall apart.
At the store, the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered annoyingly. The smell of cleaning chemicals mixed with old hot dogs and stale coffee. I clocked in, restocked shelves, wiped counters, and nodded politely at regulars. Mrs. Ross asked about my mother. I said she was working too hard, as always. She told me my mother was lucky to have me.
Later, an Alpha in a tailored suit lingered too long. He commented on my scent and asked if I was an Omega. I kept my voice flat and professional, handed him his total, and told him to move along. When he left, I scrubbed the counter harder than necessary.