My mother paid Katarina an absurd amount of money in an attempt to match me with a pack. Because apparently being a single Omega in our family was unacceptable. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a pack—I did want one, more than I would ever admit to anyone who wasn’t Eva—it was that everyone who came to meet me actually wanted my sister and didn’t have the balls to admit it.

“She did, yes.”

I thought his name was Gary. Or maybe Grayden? Probably should have listened closer. Smiling, I made sure I didn’t break eye contact. “What’s my middle name?”

“May.”

Thomas and one of the other guys—there were four in total—closed their eyes and I heard a distinctive fuck under someone’s breath. My mother let out a long sigh, and Katarina’s smile was so frozen on her face I thought it might crack.

“Nope,” I said. “That’s my sister’s middle name. Try again.”

He went pale, realizing what he’d done. And deep down, I knew I shouldn’t do what I was about to do, but the anger coiling in my gut was the only thing holding me back from sadness I didn’t want to face. So fuck it. “You could probably get my birthday right, given it’s the same as hers. And you’ll probably be able to name all of her movies in alphabetical order. But you do realize you’re here for me and not her, right?”

“Of course,” the man sputtered, flicking his eyes toward Katarina and my mother as if they could save him from a drowning of his own making. “I’m sorry, I got mixed up. Of course, I know your middle name. I know everything in the file. We all do.”

“If you know it, then what’s my middle name?”

“Elyse,” Thomas blurted out from his spot, looking sick to his stomach. “It’s Elyse.”

“Very good. Now, what do I do for a living?”

All four of them stared back at me blankly. All four of them, like I’d just zapped them and turned them into clothing store mannequins with the magical, sultry tones of my voice.

“No one? That’s too bad. I thought you knew everything about me.”

“I think we’re done here,” Katarina said, her voice a full octave higher than normal. “Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming. The agency will be in touch.”

“Toodaloo,” I waved as the four men stood and made their way out of the room. Katarina closed the door behind them as my mother’s butler Arnold saw them to the front door. “That didn’t even take half as long as normal.”

My mother sighed again, rubbing her forehead. “Esme.” I’d probably given her another headache she’d have to sleep off.

I stood, pushing off the couch, unable to sit still anymore.