Free Win an Alpha, A Gay Romance (Book 1) by Jane Perky Page B

and sucked in a breath, and let out a stream of creative curses.
    Fuck, but he’d forgotten he’d entered that crazy lottery a month ago because he needed some fast cash for bike repairs. Romeo debated his options. At that point in time, it seemed like a good idea. Harmless, because Romeo didn’t mind sex, lots of casual sex.
    He’d just tell the sponsors it didn’t work out. Skipping on the gig wasn’t an option, because Romeo knew the shifter organization that funded the lottery. While Romeo answered to no one and wasn’t interested in forming his own pack, he wouldn’t piss these assholes off. They held clout and there were certain battles Romeo couldn’t fight alone.
    On cue, his phone rang.
    “Yeah?”
    “Congratulations, Mr. Rivera. In case you didn’t manage to catch the show last night, lucky number 777 is your mate,” the bubbly female voice on the other end said.
    His younger self would tell the Win-An-Alpha organization to fuck off, but he had better sense than that now. Besides, Romeo entered his name in the lottery because he’d felt that tug of loneliness too. His wolf liked random fucks, but these days, they both started to feel the empty hole in their soul—the place a mate could fill right up.
    “So how does this work? Does this woman or man come to me, or I go to him?”
    “We have the honeymoon suite in the Grand Paws in Chicago ready,” the voice chirped.
    He let out a whistle. Flea-bitten motels aside, Romeo had never stayed in any hotel with stars before, and the Grand Paws had five.
    “We win a fancy honeymoon too?” Romeo asked. The honeymoon must be courtesy of Paws Corp.—an evil soul-sucking multi-national corporation, in Romeo’s opinion. They made everything, from laptops, phones to running fast-food joints and grocery chains.
    The woman on the other end didn’t seem to catch his irony. “Of course. I’ll be sending you the information on your future mate soon, as well as the details of your itinerary.”
    “Peachy.”
    Romeo promptly received the information of the man Paws Corp. presumed would be his mate. Like hell. Romeo never obeyed anyone’s rules, although...seeing the handsome laughing photo of the blond young Omega made him instantly hard. More photos followed, of the Omega shirtless, and only wearing a pair of boxers. Still, the boxers didn’t manage to hide the Omega’s sweet ass.
    He scrolled down the Omega’s file. A cutie and a virgin to boot? Seeing the photo stirred his wolf up unexpectedly. Romeo couldn’t remember the last time his wolf reacted to any of his lovers this strongly.
    “Maybe for you, I’ll make an exception.” Romeo found his name. “Rhys.”
    Romeo could already imagine Rhys, stripped naked and blushing in his bed. Would Rhys be shy, or unexpectedly sassy?
    His virgin prize—how could Romeo refuse? Romeo had plenty to teach and he had a feeling Rhys would be one willing accomplice. Rule number one? Romeo didn’t take the unwilling, but he knew plenty of ways to make an inexperienced virgin say ‘yes’ to him.
    What a mighty fine gift.
    He could see Rhys in his head, crying out so sweetly and begging Romeo for more once Romeo put his expert mouth and hands to work. Romeo could already smell him, so pliant and eager. His.
    Romeo couldn’t get on his bike fast enough. Stepping on the accelerator, Romeo headed straight to Chicago.
     
    * * * *
    For the next couple of minutes, Rhys could do nothing but stare at the Grand Paws hotel’s entrance. He clutched at his crumpled lottery ticket in one hand and the key to his car in another. The call from the lottery organizer came yesterday. Rhys thought it might just be another lonely Friday night in his studio apartment. How wrong he was. Rhys took the better part of a half an hour, determining if the caller played a cruel prank on it.
    Evidence and physical proof—via scanned documents and his signature on the contract he signed the day he bought the ticket, proved otherwise. With the