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“Hi,” I say as I approach him.

I have to look up as I navigate my way between tables and chairs, because damn, he’s tall. You’d think I’d be used to being fun-sized in this society by now, though my height is fine for an omega, but these alphas are frankly ridiculously tall.

And ripped. Even with his suit jacket on, I can tell how muscular his arms are, his biceps bulging, straining the fabric. His eyes are hooded under thick brows. He reminds me of a dangerous animal, a tiger trapped inside a cage, ready to pounce the moment you open the door.

“You must be Sawyer,” he says, and I can’t help a flinch.

“How do you know?”

“My mate, Kyrian, said you had books in your café.”

“What a weird topic of conversation,” I mutter.

Kyrian. That was the name of the other alpha. His mate. Confirmation that they are a pack, as I suspected.

“Not really,” he says.

“What?”

“Talking about cafes and bars we have visited isn’t an unusual topic of conversation for us. Is it, for you?”

I shrug. Find my hands clenching at my sides and force them to relax. “So you came to check out my café? Or to check out the books?”

“Neither. I came to meet you face to face.”

Bingo. I knew he hadn’t happened to pass by.

“What do you want?” I ask, and it comes out pretty damn hostile.

“To see what got Kyrian so hooked. He normally doesn’t even glance at omegas.”

“Doesn’t he?”

“No,” the alpha says, shoving his hands into his pant pockets and giving me a smirk I can’t quite decipher. “He doesn’t.”

“Well, too bad for him. And you, I suppose.”

“Is it?”

“Oh, omegas not doing it for you, either?”

His eyes sweep over me in an assessing way I shouldn’t like. “Not normally, they don’t.”

I lift my chin a little more. “Well, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

Oh, fuck me, where did that come from? That’s so cringe, Sawyer. You’re embarrassing yourself.

“Yeah,” is all he says, which isn’t a real reaction, is it?

I try to regroup. What am I doing? I need to be professional, not act like a freak, with my customers.

“Please, have a seat.” I gesture at the nearest table. “Would you like something to drink? We have excellent coffees and teas, and delicious pastries from the?—”

“I want to check out the books.”

I blink. “Fine, but?—”

“And I would like an espresso and a cookie. If you have that.”

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