Unlike the cold and snowy weather outside, the casino was warm.
The men and women around were divided into two groups: Some played to the limits of their fortunes, others took no risks. But if there was one thing they all had in common, it would surely be to have a voice in society. It was rare to see wealthy omegas among the alphas, who had played this role for centuries. Because most omegas could only work in a place like this. Just like Oscar's working right now.
Oscar was an omegas in his mid-twenties, noted for his cold demeanor before his beauty. He was about 179 centimeters tall, with black hair and black eyes that looked as if they had lost all their light. He'd had more important things to worry about than finding an alpha. He was someone who tried to survive. No matter how hard he went through - even if he was hungry or kicked out of his house - he tried not to give up. But this time, it was his first time working in a casino. He had worked as a waiter before, but he had either worked in cafes or restaurants. He had no knowledge of casinos!
All he remembered was that he applied for the job through an acquaintance. The money was better than other jobs. But he wanted to stay here as long as he could. Because this was his punishment for his mistake...
He slapped his cheeks a few times to regain his composure before placing the drinks on the tray. The taste of the drugs he had taken to hide his type as an omega was still on his palate, the bitter taste something he had become accustomed to. He involuntarily tensed as he moved forward with the tray in his hand. He had hidden his pheromones well, but it was possible to sense the stares of the alphas around him, each of them probably trying to figure out whether Oscar was a beta or an omega.
Still, Oscar made sure not to give them any clues - and to avoid being dragged to bed by any alphas - and arrived at a table. The poker game at the table was getting pretty heated, just by looking at the chips he was sure most people were going to go bankrupt tonight.
Not wanting to get too involved, he set the drinks down on the table and walked away. Unlike him, none of the alphas or omegas in play were trying to hide their pheromones. Maybe that was why most of the staff were betas. Especially the ones serving the rooms upstairs. The rooms upstairs... Those rooms where most VIP customers have it and where all kinds of filth is going on. This place wasn't an ordinary casino from the very beginning. It was even used as a nightclub at one time! Every morning the rooms were cleaned, removing any evidence of the alphas and omegas being together from the night before. But today, the duty of serving was Oscar's, not a beta's. Due to the lack of staff, most people couldn't take care of the rooms. Since he was new, it was a duty more suitable for Oscar's efforts to stay away from people. None of his colleagues thought he was an omega.
Oscar was driving his mini bar cart along the red-carpeted corridors. He glanced at the room numbers out of the corner of his eye. 243, 245, 246... and finally, at the end of the hall, room 247. It was farther away than the others, and Oscar wondered what kind of person stayed in this room.He approached the door and knocked.
"Room service," he said in a calm voice, as if to inform the person inside.After a while, instead of hearing a command to come in, the sound of the door opening was heard. The pheromones of the person who opened the door reached Oscar's nose without hesitation, causing a shiver to run through him. It was a scent he couldn't name. "I brought the drinks you ordered, Sir."
"Bring them in." When he heard the cold order from the man across from him, Oscar moved the service cart inside. There was another scent in the room, a sweeter scent though. When he glanced at the bed out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a body there. It must be an omega, he thought. But after he placed the drinks on the table and straightened up again, he detected another scent in the room. A scent he had become accustomed to for many years. The scent of blood.
"Why are you standing there?" Oscar was brought back to his senses by the presence of the room's owner.
"Excuse me, Sir. I was distracted for a moment." As he left the room with the trolley and headed down the hallway, he heard another voice behind him.
"It would be better if you kept quiet, little waiter."
Oscar quickened his steps. He didn't feel safe. His body, not his mind, was trying to escape as if it knew something. He felt the gazes on his back until he got into the elevator.