Page 30 of Wolf Roulette

“Pretty quick.” He glowered at Mandy one last time before facing me. “Listen, there’s another module we didn’t tackle this morning. It’s easiest to gain some on-floor experience before we go through it, and—well—I didn’t want to—”

“Leroy. Spit it out.”

“We train our dealers in how to notice patrons who may have a problem with gambling. It’s only 1 to 2 percent of those who come here, but you’ll come across it from time to time.”

They did? Was that normal for Casinos? “You want me to go through the module now?”

“The last hour of your shift would be better. Things quieten down after one.”

“I probably have a diploma in picking up gambling behaviour.” My joke fell short.

Leroy fell quiet.

My voice softened. “Though I didn’t notice in the end.”

This was a conversation Hairy could navigate with ease, but emotions werenotan alpha’s strong suit.

Kudos to the guy—he patted me on the back. “I’ve heard that people with addictions are excellent at hiding their behaviour to family and friends. Ina casino, it’s easier to notice.”

True.

His discomfort mounted.

“Would you like me to go back to the roulette table?” I scented his relief as I switched the conversation away from icky feelings.

“Spend until midnight at the chip exchange counter to get some interaction with patrons. If you could return to the roulette table for an hour after that, then watch the last training module in my office.” He swallowed. “Would you like me in there with you?”

I lowered my lashes. “It would be nice to have a shoulder to cry on.”

His eyes widened.

Laughter burst from my lips. “I’ll be fine, Leroy. Don’t worry.”

The Luther rubbed the back of his head. “I can tell it’s hard for you.”

“I can handle it. Just don’t get too close, you’ll catch emotions.”

He snorted. “Alright, stop picking on the alpha.”

Chuckling, I left him and walked through the bar. The deep bass called to me, and my skin prickled.

Glancing across the dance floor, honey eyes met mine briefly before dragging over my body.

I should speak with him.

But what if every conversation just ended in one more wall between us? I had no idea what to do to fix my conflicting loyalties, andworsewas that I feared testing out new ground in case it drove Sascha and me apart.

Heat climbed into my cheeks at his continued perusal. He wanted to give me space. He also desperately wanted me to go to him. Flustered, I hurried in the opposite direction toward the casino. My shoulders relaxed as I entered the chip exchange area.

Anextrashy male omega showed me the ropes there, and the hour rushed by as I congratulated and commiserated patrons exchanging casino chips for cash or, more often, more cash for extra chips. Some needed a lecture about the effects of gambling in my opinion, but that might get me fired on day one.

I returned to Lisa and the roulette table for the last hour. She didn’t hand over the reins, and with my new knowledge, I didn’t press her for a turn.

The number of patrons at our station dwindled from seven to five. Then to two.

“Isn’t your brain sore?” I asked when the last had left. Mine was.

“Leroy covered while I had a break, but it’s a lot when you’re not used to it. I prefer security work.”