Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)

Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)

Kathryn Moon




Part One





Kathryn Moon





Copyright ? 2020 by Kathryn Moon Lola & the Millionaires, Part One First publication: June 11th, 2020

Cover art by KellieArts Font art by Lana Kole

Editing by Meghan Leigh Daigle Formatting by Kathryn Moon All rights reserved.

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To the beta babes, of course!

Jami, Ash, Helen, Kathryn, Desiree

You took the best possible care of Lola and of me!

Thank you





Contents




A Note on this Omegaverse





1. Lola



2. Lola



3. Lola



4. Lola



5. Wes



6. Lola



7. Lola



8. Lola



9. Lola



10. Lola



11. Lola



12. Lola



13. Lola



14. Rake



15. Lola



16. Matthieu



17. Lola



18. Lola



19. Lola



20. Caleb



21. Lola



22. Matthieu



23. Lola



24. Cyrus



25. Lola



26. Lola



27. Lola



28. Leo



29. Lola



30. Lola



31. Lola



32. Leo



33. Lola



34. Lola





Also by Kathryn Moon



Acknowledgments



About the Author





A Note on this Omegaverse





There are NO shifters in this book.

Aside from the unusual human biology, this Omegaverse is not a paranormal romance. These alphas, betas, and omegas are not shifters. This is an alternate universe to ours, with an alternate human biology that includes animalistic traits adapted to a romance premise. There are fancy penises, mating instincts, pheromones, and bonding marks, as well as a slight hierarchal social construct. Alphas are considered powerful and prone to leadership and they form family packs, omegas as the precious and sexual glue that holds those packs together, and betas are the average and normal.



Lola’s story does deal with themes of the aftermath of sexual abuse and emotional trauma. If you find yourself uncomfortable reading such material, please proceed with caution (especially where you see large chunks of italics, which are flashbacks.)





One





Lola





“Gin and tonic. Want me to leave it open?”

I shook my head at the bartender. “Close it.” This was my third glass of the night.

Time’s running out, I thought, scanning the length of the bar. Women like me lined the glossy black bar top, the high polish reflecting the flashing, spinning lights from the dance floor. We sat on our stools like jewels in their fastenings, while the rest of the club patrons pushed around our shoulders to catch the bartenders’ attention.

A man leaned forward around me as I took my bill, signing my name on the line and digging a bill out of my bra to leave for a tip.

“Tequila on the rocks.”

The man at my side twisted as the bartender nodded back at him. Narrowed eyes latched onto me immediately, studying me with cursory interest. He was good-looking, or at least good-looking enough to catch someone’s eye. He had a lean frame, blue eyes, mussed light-brown hair, weak chin, and patchy stubble. A different week, and I might’ve smiled and encouraged him to chat me up a bit. Tonight I was in the mood for something else.

When he started to smile, I shook my head and spun my stool to turn my back to him, taking a sip of my drink and wincing as it burned in my throat. Henry, the bartender, had really upped the gin on this one. I would have to make sure I didn’t finish it. Which meant I had even less time.

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