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  The Omega’s Silver Alpha Copyright 2018 Lorelei M. Hart

  Editor Wizards in Publishing

  Cover design by Fantasia Frog Designs

  Published by Decadent Publishing LLC

  ISBN: 978-1-68361-233-9

  Table of Contents

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

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  Blurb

  Jack Hendrix is alone, and he likes it that way. When you live like a hermit, no one can hurt you or say they love you and then stand you up at the altar. Which is why he rejects the handsome young omega who tries to chat him up at a birthday party an acquaintance dragged him to. Sure, the younger man was cute. But he’d learned his lesson. Then the same omega is waiting at his doctor’s office to draw his blood sample. By the time he finds Will broken down at the side of the road, he can no longer deny the fates are throwing them together. But it doesn’t mean he’s going to go along with it.

  Will’s life is fine. Really fine. A skilled phlebotomist who travels to various doctor’s offices and, occasionally the local hospital, filling a need in the rural area around Mapleville, he works long days and spends his limited free time with lifelong friends. Sure, he’d love to meet the right alpha and fall in love, but what are the odds in a small town where he already knows everyone? But one glance at the silver fox standing aloof at a friend’s party and his smooth world tilts off its axis. He’s crushing hard, and the alpha couldn’t care less.

  The fates will not be denied when it comes to true mates. Once they connect, Jack and Will’s relationship soars, but one of them has a secret that threatens to destroy their life together, even with a baby on the way. When it’s revealed, the other will have a big decision to make. Will it be wedding bells or single daddy on the weekends?

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  Chapter One

  Jack Hendrix

  Fuck, I had to people today—again—second day this week.

  The first was a customer who insisted on speaking to me on video chat about his fucking pendant, a gift for his omega.

  And now this shit.

  I really didn’t understand why I had to go to the doctor once a year. It was complete bullshit. I hadn’t gained or lost a pound since my last visit and I had no illnesses. No arthritis or diabetes like most people my age—at least on television, all the people I saw over fifty took more pills than days in the week—I didn’t actually know people my age.

  Once in a while I took an aspirin for a headache.

  But Dr. Avery said I needed to. Plus, I thought that if I didn’t show up for my appointment he would call me, and if there was one thing I hated more than actually peopling, it was the damned phone.

  If someone wanted to talk to me they could come over.

  And I could not answer the door.

  I opened the door for Piss and Vinegar to be let out, my pair of Bengal cats. They were the only ones who got to speak to me this early in the morning without an appointment.

  Dr. Avery would have to deal with grunting and maybe a head nod now and then if he was lucky.

  I cursed the closet door as I opened it to look for something to wear. I supposed it would be appropriate to wear pants.

  Real pants were the devil.

  I fiddled through my shirts and sweaters, all in color order, and picked a V-neck burgundy sweater along with a pair of gray slacks. At least if I had to go out, I would make an impression.

  I tugged on the sweater and pulled on the pants only to find the dry cleaners had left something in one of the pockets. I took it out and from the feel of the paper knew what it was, the invitation from Tak’s party a few months ago.

  That’s how long it had been since I wore proper pants.

  I liked Tak. He knew his shit and handled his business like a gentleman. He and I had gotten into several bidding wars over antique pieces and bobbles.

  I usually won.

  Still, Tak gave me a run for my money.

  I stuck my pocket watch into my front pocket and grabbed my wallet and keys. My house was far enough from town to give me some peace, but also far enough from the doctor that I couldn’t just walk.

  Anyway, walking made me have to talk to people and wave and shit.

  On my way out, I tapped my finger on the picture of Ellis. A poof of dust fell from the top of the frame and fluttered to the floor.

  The maid would be in that morning, while I was gone. I’d texted her to come in while I was gone.

  Again, not so fond of peopling. But after seeing the expression on Chris, Tak’s alpha’s face, when he stood in my dusty store area, I’d had to hire someone.

  I got to the clinic thirty minutes early. They would take me in early just to get rid of me early.

  “Happy Birthday, Mr. Hendrix,” the nurse at the front desk said as I approached. My shushing of her antics was too little too late as the waiting area drummed up, mimicking her sentiments.

  I guessed she meant well.

  It would be the only time I heard Happy Birthday all day. Might as well get it over with.

  “I’m early,” I said, slapping my debit card down on the counter.

  “You are. Dr. Avery is already ready for you. But first, he wants you to have some blood work done. You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink in the last twelve hours, have you?”

  I bent down a little. “Does this look like my first rodeo?”

  “No, sir. But some things get better with age, apparently.”

  The woman knew she was barking up the wrong tree, but she did it anyway, year after year. I snorted at her bold flirting. I assumed it was flirting. It had been decades since I’d even bothered with males or dating or even looking.

  This alpha had already found his omega once.

  Lesson learned.

  “I’m gonna go wait over here. You done with that?” I pointed to my debit card, still poised in her hands after swiping it for an extravagant amount of money for what they did in this place.

  Highway robbery.

  “Oh, yes, sir. Here you go. Right over there.”

  I sat in the smaller waiting area across f
rom the main one. I was glad to be away from the sickies. One woman sounded like she might hack up a lung any second.

  My ass had barely touched the chair when a male voice called out my name. I rose from the chair and looked ahead to see a familiar face. I didn’t know him, but he had sat next to me at Tak’s party and tried to make small talk like an asshole.

  Instead of answering him, I’d gotten up to leave, a shot of Jack Daniels in my hand.

  Even I had trouble containing myself. The man was fine as fuck. Even in scrubs and looking a little tired, he did the uniform justice. He didn’t look up from his clipboard but turned to keep the door open for me as we both walked toward the phlebotomy room. It was colder than usual, but I was damned near burning up.

  My eyes were plastered to the ass in front of me like a starving man lusting over two peaches in a windowsill.

  Fuck, I might just need a taste.

  Chapter Two

  Will

  Holy hells. My patient was the hot silver fox from Tak’s party a few months ago. I’d sat down and tried to have a conversation, just being polite, but he’d made his complete lack of interest obvious so I’d written him off.

  Or tried to.

  I’d pinned Tak down a few days later and asked all about him. What was his deal? I was a good-looking omega, ask anyone. Well, at least not a toad. I always got hit on when I went out for an evening, and nobody turned to stone when they looked at me. I’d thought maybe he didn’t like younger guys, but Tak told me he’d known him for a while and learned from some of the other people at the auctions that the lean, sophisticated guy who looked like he could have anything in the world had been left at the altar by—of course—a younger guy who’d gotten cold feet at the last minute. Since he’d waited until he was almost fifty to even consider marrying someone, it threw him for a loop, and he’d ended up holing up in a little jewelry store off the main drag in Mapleville, selling online, mostly.

  A smart omega would recognize a lost cause and walk away. But I liked a challenge, and I’d never met a man I wanted more. He was mine. I knew it the second I saw him in that expensive sweater and slacks at the party where everyone else was in jeans or shorts, barbecue casual. He just gave me chills.

  But although I walked past the side street and peered at the door of his shop a few times, okay maybe more than a few, when I was in town, I’d never approached it. Appointments only? What kind of business operated like that? And I wasn’t giving him another chance to reject me.

  Today, we were in my element. As a traveling phlebotomist, I did half days in different doctor’s offices and even visited some housebound patients and retirement centers to do blood draws. I stayed busy.

  Settling him in a seat in the cubicle they assigned me here at Dr. Avery’s office, I sat on my little stool and eyed the long-sleeved sweater my patient wore. “Can you roll up those sleeves?”

  He looked down his patrician nose at me. “Not without stretching the cashmere.”

  Hmmm. “Then you’ll have to take it off.” I consulted the laptop on its wheeled table while donning gloves. “I’m going to need several vials today. You haven’t had anything to eat or drink in —”

  “No. I already told the nurse that.” He was one hell of a handsome grump. “Why do I have to repeat myself? It’s bad enough I have to subject myself to all these unnecessary tests just because of my age. I am in perfect health.”

  “Sorry.” Not really, but I had bedside manner to consider. Also you know, hot-daddy type. “Part of my job to ask.” I watched while he pulled the sweater over his head, leaving him in a white T-shirt tucked into his neat gray slacks. He didn’t have an ounce of middle-age spread on him.

  “Excuse me? If you’re ready?”

  “You’re brave,” I said, tying the tubing around his upper arm. “Talking to a guy who’s about to jab you with a needle like that.”

  “Are you implying you’d do less than a professional job because you don’t like my attitude?”

  Shit. “No. Not ever. I was attempting to lighten the atmosphere and make us both relax. Even though I am the best in the state”—at least according to some of my patients —“I find I do a better job if the patient is not vibrating with tension.”

  “Just draw the blood.” He thrust his fist at me, and I sighed and laid it on the table next to my vials and needles. “I will attempt not to vibrate.”

  I tapped his arm until a likely vein presented itself and slid the needle into it, swapping out the vials until I had the number required for the tests the doctor wanted. I labeled them while he pulled his sweater back on.

  Despite the tension, which had not abated in the slightest, there was something there. I’d always liked older guys but for an evening or maybe a weekend. I’d never met any alpha I wanted forever until that damn party of Tak’s.

  But what good were my interests if they were not returned? Tossing my gloves in the wastebasket, I extended a hand. “Have a good day, Mr. Hendrix.”

  Smoothing his sweater at his waist, he eyed my hand before taking it. But when he did, electricity surged up my arm, and our gazes locked. I couldn’t breathe. His eyes were the blue of the thin stripe in the gray sweater, his lips slightly parted. He felt it, too, I knew he did.

  “Mr. Hendrix? If you’re done with Will, the doctor is ready for you.” The nurse snapped the connection between us, and we dropped our hands as if we’d been caught doing something naughty in public, both turning to look at her at once.

  “Is everything okay here?”

  He answered before I could. “Of course. Your phlebotomist is very competent.”

  Jack Hendrix left as if nothing had happened, as if the world hadn’t tilted on its axis. As if...well, I didn’t know as if what, but he had made his point.

  Competent, my ass.

  Several hours later, I was standing on the side of the road next to my car which, true to form, had decided to take a colossal dump on a day that already had enough shit on it for a month of bad days. I’d had one bad-attitude patient after another and having been forced to accept the alpha of my choice had no interest in me, I’d run out of humor and social graces early on. The tow truck wouldn’t be picking it up for several hours, leaving me the choice of standing there until it did, or calling someone to pick me up. Tak was on a trip with Chris, my folks were on a cruise, and everyone else I could think of worked a day job.

  As I leaned against the dusty bumper, I heard the loud purr of a foreign sports car approaching. I could stick out a thumb and hope that the driver wasn’t a serial killer if they even deigned to stop.

  But I didn’t have to. The driver slowed down next to me. “If it isn’t the phlebotomist. Car broken down?”

  “No,” I sassed. “I like standing beside the highway on a ninety-five-degree day with no shade in sight.”

  He arched a silver brow. “Then I suppose there’s no reason to offer you a ride.”

  “Wait!” I launched myself at his green Ferrari before he could zoom away. “I mean, yes, I’d appreciate a ride. I’m parched and about to pass out. Thank you.”

  He reached over and popped the passenger door open. “Get in.” I was no sooner belted than he was again flying down the road. “I was going out to get some dinner, if you’d like to join me.”

  In my shock and elation, I remembered something I’d seen in his chart but not registered. “It’s your birthday!”

  “Yes,” he drawled. “Which is why I am forcing myself to celebrate with a dinner at a small restaurant owned by a friend of mine about twenty miles out. He threatened to come get me if I didn’t show up.”

  “I’m not really dressed for a party or a fancy dinner,” I said, waving to my Dr. Who patterned scrubs, chosen for the pediatric practice where I’d spent the afternoon at.

  “That’s fine.” He kicked the car’s speed up another notch. “You’re doing me a favor. My friend always thinks he should try to fix me up with a date. If you’d pretend to be my date, maybe he’ll back off.�
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  I tried to stop the smile stretching my lips and gave a solemn nod. “Okay, I can do that. As a favor.

  “Just this once.”

  Chapter Three

  Jack

  What in the ever-loving hell was I saying? And furthermore, what was I doing? Picking up a hot guy off the side of the road and taking him to dinner in those hideous scrubs like I’d purchased him at one of those Comic-Con conventions.

  My hands tightened on the leather steering wheel as I veered around a curve. He reached up to hold on to the Oh Shit handle while I took the turn.

  Fuck, I was trying too hard.

  But trying too hard at what, I didn’t know.

  Showing off for a male? No way.

  I promised myself that after Ellis, my days of dating and flirting and all the relationship bullshit would be over with. Of course, back then, it would’ve changed because we would be married.

  I never dreamed I would be alone.

  I huffed out a bit of lingering anger and focused on the road instead of the sweet smell of the omega next to me. Ellis had smelled like cookies and candy corn to me. But this male smelled of a fire on a winter’s night. Hell, I could almost see the snow in the window.

  “So you want the omega experience or are we on a first date?”

  His question caught me off guard.

  “The what?”

  He chuckled and the sound reverberated in the cab of my car causing my sac to tighten at the sound. “I’m pretending to be your date here. I should know something about you, unless this is our first date. When I say yes to something, I commit fully so come on, let’s do this thing right.”

  “My name is Jack Hendrix. I own a jewelry store. I’m fifty years old and today is my birthday. What else?”

  He sighed and looked out the window. “I know all those things from your chart, Jack. If we want to sell the dating thing, I have to know more. Favorite drink? The way you order your steak?”