Page 114 of Bliss & Her Idols

“I didn’t notice a problem with your back when you turned it on us…and Jin,” I growl.

Torin winces. “It comes and goes.”

Cricket wanders around the room, touching the soft, tartan blanket that’s thrown over the back of the ivory couch. A high backed armchair stands next to the couch.

Cricket’s boots clatter over the oak floorboards.

He stares around in amazement at the abstract art paintings of dragons on the walls and carved into the oak wardrobe and chest of drawers.

The silver drapes are drawn against the night. Golden lanterns puddle light from the corners of the room.

A range of guitars from acoustic to electric in icy blue rest against the far wall.

Torin fake yawns.

He throws himself down on the bed, bouncing. He gives a satisfied wriggle, as if the mattress is the softest thing that he’s ever felt.

Annoyingly, it looks like it is.

When Torin pillows his head behind his hands, I want to slap myself that I want another round of hatesex with him.

He stares up at the ceiling. “What a bed. What a view. Hello, handsome.”

I blink, before following the direction of his gaze.

A mirror hangs directly above the bed.

I roll my eyes. “You would like that.”

Torin winks at me. “Imagine what a heat would be like in this room. You could have watched me rutting you from every angle.”

“You just want to watchyourselffucking,” I mutter.

To my surprise, Torin’s expression gentles. “Why would I choose to look at myself, when I have the two most beautiful Omegas in the world to look at? I could watch you for the rest of my life.”

“Then why did you abandon us?” Cricket snarls.

To my shock, Cricket stalks to the bed in full feral Omega mode.

I slam my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing at the way that the powerful Alpha scrambles to sit up and tries to back away from the tiny Omega.

“I can explain…” Torin attempts, staring at Cricket in surprise.

Too late.

Cricket launches himself onto the bed. “You let them take our Beta.”

He straddles Torin, pinning him down.

Torin could push Cricket off with ease.

I stiffen in fear because no Alpha would allow himself to be dominated or challenged like this.

Definitely not a billionaire CEO from a Traditional pack like Torin.

Cricket is breathing hard. His chest is rapidly rising and falling.

He bravely meets Torin’s eye.

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