Dancing & Drama

Dancing & Drama OMEGA BESTIES BOOK 2 JARICA JAMES SUKI WILLIAMS Copyright © 2023 by Jarica James and Suki Williams All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover by Black Widow Designs Edits by Michelle Motyzka Contents Note Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Epilogue Want More? Also by Jarica James Also by Suki Williams Note We would like to remind the reader that one of the harem main characters, River, is non-binary. What this means for you as a reader is that we use the pronouns ‘they, their, and them’ when referring to River throughout the story. You might be asking, what is non-binary? Non-binary is an umbrella term for anyone who is not solely or only male or female. Some people use the terms bigender, genderqueer, or agender among many others under this umbrella. None of these terms mean the exact same thing, but each term speaks of a gender experience that is not simply male or female. In River's case they use the pronouns 'they, their, and them'. If these definitions are wrong in any way or offensive please let us know and we will update or change it ASAP. My intent is to let readers know this information before jumping into Sienna’s story so you can fully enjoy it while being informed of what these words mean. Please be aware this is a very basic definition for this term. Gender is a very nuanced and personal experience for every individual. This story reflects River’s experiences and views for themself. Chapter One Sienna Nothing was more chaotic than an omega in heat. Not only did I feel sticky with sweat like a fever was overtaking me, my body was aching something fierce. To top it all off, I was craving so many different foods that I couldn’t make sense of it. No one except a heat-addled omega would long for a spoonful of peanut butter and wasabi. I’d already called into work and rented my room. I just had to get there in time, which meant getting as many snacks as I could in the next few minutes. By the time I arrived at the checkout line with a crazy messy bun and more snacks than an entire pack could consume, I could feel my heat ramping up. Thank fuck I hadn’t hit the point that I was too horny to think. The beta at the counter gave me a knowing look, and I resisted the urge to flip him off. I was usually a people pleaser, but the closer I inched to this fucking heat, the more filters and niceties flew out the window. I just wanted to snuggle up in an igloo with some weed, snacks, and maybe a knotting dildo or five. Was that too much to ask for? I didn’t take the time to put the groceries in my trunk, unceremoniously shoving them in the passenger seat of my trusty gold Toyota Corolla. I had a bag in the back with my heat necessities and a room waiting at one of the Omega Clinic’s heat centers. It was a glorified hotel, but it had added security to keep the omegas safe. As I drove up to the address the lady had given me over the phone, my jaw dropped. It was huge. This place looked like a five-star hotel, complete with a gaudy chandelier visible through the lobby’s giant windows. When I’d called to book a room, the receptionist had mentioned I was lucky to snag a spot, and now I understood why. Sure, I’d be holed up in my room once I hauled all my stuff there, but I felt a little more settled after seeing the building, like I would be taken care of and pampered. I hadn’t paid for extra services or anything like that, but my heat always brought out the little princessy parts of me that I usually kept stuffed deep down. “Welcome to The Den. Solo or pack?” the woman behind the counter asked as I approached. I felt very out of place with my tank top, duffel bag, and five grocery bags full of snacks. Or maybe it was because I was on my own in a strange place. The idea of belonging to a pack and not having to suffer through a week of hell sounded amazing, and I couldn't help but long for that life I might never have. “Solo, Sienna Rivers,” I told her quickly. “Ah, our lucky caller,” she joked while tapping away on her keyboard. “You already paid, so here’s your key. Take the elevators to the sixth floor. You’re room 612.” “Thanks,” I said as I shifted my stuff and took the key card. She tried to say something, likely an offer to help with my stuff, but I had already walked to the nearby elevators. Without looking back, I smacked the call button with the back of my hand and bounced from foot to foot as I waited for the shiny gold doors to open. The wonders didn’t cease once I made my way to my room and slid the card through the reader to open my door. The room was bigger than an average hotel double, with a spacious jetted bathtub, a pack-sized fluffy bed, and windows that overlooked the city. I figured it was safe to assume their tint kept any curious onlookers from the surrounding buildings from seeing in. Everything was white or gold, with black accents. If I