47- Kiss It

47- Kiss It
As we walked toward the low wall, I couldn't help but feel a thrill course through me. The Omega—his name was Luca, as he introduced himself—had an aura that drew me in, like a moth to a flame. His scent was intoxicating, sweet yet complex, like the best kind of dessert that beckoned you closer. I could feel my heart racing, an instinctual pull that I had never quite experienced before.

We settled onto the wall, my plate of meat resting between us like a barrier and a bridge at the same time. I watched as he surveyed the party, his gaze flitting from one group to another. “It’s quite the scene, isn’t it?” he said, breaking the silence that had settled around us.

“More like a circus,” I replied, chuckling softly. “Everyone’s pretending to be something they’re not. It's exhausting.” I took a bite of my food, the taste of charred meat grounding me amidst the chaos.
I gestured toward a low stone wall that framed the edge of the party area, partially concealed by vibrant, flowering bushes. It felt like the perfect spot to escape the chaos, a place where we could talk without the din of loud music and rowdy Alphas vying for attention.

As we settled on the wall, I caught a better look at him. His hair was tousled in a way that looked effortlessly stylish, and his eyes held a spark of mischief that made my heart race. He was definitely an Omega, with a softness about him that contrasted sharply with the brashness of the Alphas around us. I could see the way his presence drew attention, even as he tried to blend in, a sweet aroma wafting from him that had me entranced.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though I could feel the animalistic urge to mark my territory creeping in.

“Luca,” he replied, a smile playing on his lips. “And you’re Alejandro, right? Tom mentioned you were coming.”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m surprised you’ve heard of me,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I usually keep to myself.”

Luca chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, it’s hard not to notice someone who looks like they just stepped out of a magazine. You clean up well.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, a rare occurrence for me. “Thanks. I guess I was feeling a little adventurous tonight.”

“Adventurous? I’d say you’ve succeeded.” He took a bite of a piece of food he’d grabbed, and I couldn’t help but watch as he savored it. The way he enjoyed the flavors made me want to share everything with him, to draw him closer.

I leaned in slightly, the scent of him wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “What about you? You seem like you’d rather be anywhere else but here.”

He shrugged, his expression shifting to one of mild discomfort. “It’s not that I dislike parties. I just prefer meaningful connections, you know? This whole scene can feel a bit superficial sometimes.”

I nodded in agreement. “Exactly. It’s like everyone’s more interested in their own reflection than the people around them.”

Luca’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “You get it. I think most people forget that it’s the connections that make life rich. Not the flashy parties or the attention.”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a strong pull toward him. “So, what do you do when you’re not at parties?”

“Honestly? I spend a lot of time painting. It’s my escape. I love capturing moments and emotions on canvas. It’s more fulfilling than any of this,” he gestured vaguely toward the party, a hint of disdain in his voice.

“Painting, huh? I’d love to see your work sometime,” I said, genuinely interested. “What’s your favorite subject?”

“Anything that speaks to me. I love portraits, capturing the essence of a person. But lately, I’ve been experimenting with abstract pieces.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m in the corporate world, marketing mostly. It pays the bills, but it’s not exactly my passion,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed. “I find myself daydreaming about something more meaningful, like what you do.”

He laughed, a melodic sound that sent another shiver down my spine. “You’re not wrong. But what’s the point of all this? Just to show off?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity, not just at me but at the spectacle we were witnessing.

I shrugged, my mouth full of steak. “For some, it’s a game. For others, it’s a way to find a mate. But I’m not here for that,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though my body betrayed me, thrumming with energy at his proximity.

Luca nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I get that. Sometimes it feels like it’s all about the chase, but there’s got to be more to it. Something real.” He looked straight at me then, and I felt as if the air had shifted. “What about you? What do you want?”

I paused, the question catching me off guard. What did I want? I had been so focused on keeping my distance and maintaining my solitude that I hadn’t truly considered it. “I want to be… free,” I confessed, surprising even myself. “Free from expectations, from the pressure to conform. I want to enjoy life without feeling like I have to compete.”

Luca smiled softly, and it made my heart leap. “That sounds nice. We all have our battles, don’t we? But I think it’s important to find people who understand that, too.”

“Like you?” I teased, trying to lighten the moment and ignore the heat pooling in my stomach.