Page 111 of Bliss & Her Idols

Are we about to fail at the first task because these snobs won’t match with us?

I sweep my gaze desperately across the Alphas’ faces.

Craven is still recording us with a cruel little smile.

Only the Traditional Governor, who paired with the ginger haired Omega, is casting us a sympathetic look.

Yet he’s the last type of Alpha who’d want us, right? He’s definitely the last type of Alpha thatwe’dwant.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is worse than in school, when you’re meant to pair up in sport or for assignments but no one wants to pair with you.

I know what that feels like.

Deep humiliation flushes my cheeks.

Unexpectedly, I’m filled with a heavy sensation that someone is watching me.

Hurriedly, I turn to stare at the base of the cliff and find myself looking into mesmerizing blue eyes.

I shiver.

I know who it is like a tugging at my soul, before Torin swaggers out into the torchlight.

The light dances shadows like tiny demons over his sharp cheekbones and strong jawline.

Torin’s thick, black hair is neatly brushed back from his face. He’s wearing a suave, velvet three piece suit that matches his eyes.

I’m pretty sure that he’s the only man who is gorgeous enough to pull off that look.

He’s like royalty.

I guess heismusic royalty.

Torin’s pheromones are so dominant that every person on the beach instantly turns their attention to him.

I take it back.

Now,that’san entrance.

Serenity smiles. “In an added twist, the youngest Idol Alpha, Torin, will be joining us this season. But what pack will he choose to join or save?”

I know that she means Cricket and me.

She’s mocking us.

Instantly, the other contestants burst into eager chatter.

The elite Omegas preen, simper, or cast Torin flirtatious glances.

I growl, before I can stop myself.

Cricket takes a step forward, trying to catch Torin’s eye.

Sweet optimist.

I deliberately cross my arms and look away at Jin instead.

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