Page 1 of Bliss & Her Idols

CHAPTER ONE

Coffee Knot Tea Coffee Shop, Haven

Bliss

“How didyou discover your shocking exclusive that any rock star from the Idol pack who tells their dark secrets will be kicked out of the music industry and forced into a bond?” My Omega brother, Piper, quirks his pierced eyebrow.

Piper has wavy hair like me. Unlike my golden hair, however, his is silver. It contrasts against his sun blushed skin.

He’s handsome with sparkling midnight green eyes that are the same shade as mine are.

If we didn’t both wear steel bracelets with ‘R’s hanging from them like ugly charms, which mark us out as Reject Omegas, then we would have been courted by half the Alphas in the state, rather than still be single.

Alone.

Piper is shorter than I am but possesses twice the punk god energy.

His nails are painted silver, which matches his eyeshadow. A gorgeous, howling wolf tattoo is inked on his shoulder.

Our older Alpha brother, Chase, has the same tattoo on his chest. I have one too on the back of my neck. It’s underneath my hair like a secret waiting to be discovered by the Alpha who I finally allow to get close enough.

The Alpha who I trust to bite and bond me.

I haven’t allowed any to yet.

It’s a tradition in our Wolf pack to have the design tattooed on our eighteenth birthday.

In this small town of Haven, which is buried in lush forests at the base of a mountain in Virginia, we’re known as theWolf Siblings.

And we are shunned as trash.

Outcasts.

The kids of criminals.

Being treated like that has made us as close as triplets. We are fiercely protective of each other.

My brothers are worried about the prejudice I face as America’s only Omega music journalist.

Normally, Omegas are only allowed to write fluff pieces in Omega specialist magazines about heat toys, perfume, or fashion.

Okay, sometimes I enjoy writing those too.

Especially the piece I wrote about testing and rating knotted dildoes.

Seriously, the toys are better than the real thing.

I’m desperate to prove, however, that I’m capable of proper investigative journalism as well. No magazine or newspaper has published an Omega’s piece like that before.

Betas are journalists.

Fuck that.

Can I inspire Omegas throughout the world that there’s no such thing as established roles, only the limits that they allow to be placed on themselves?

Every Omega has a chance to fly out of their cage.

My shoulders ache with exhaustion, as I wipe the crumbs and stains off the maple table. “Trying to find out all my secrets, Pip? I have sources.”

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