Page 121 of Bliss & Her Idols

Torin kissed my forehead. “I don’t want to risk caffeine withdrawal turning you feral. Well, after having a taste of being pinned down by both my feral Omegas yesterday, maybe it’d be fun to play with that.”

I could get used to Torin bringing me coffee each morning. I especially could become addicted to the tea tinged coffee scent.

The Band Room is large with windows that look out over the pine forests. Sun streams through the windows, gleaming off the wooden floors and the crystal chandeliers that hang from the high ceilings.

A silver throne, which is carved with untamed dragons, stands to the side of the instruments on the stage.

The other Alphas and Omegas are still dressed in suits and expensive dresses.

Cricket and I are defiantly wearing matching leather trousers and tight short sleeved tops that are the same amber color as Cricket’s eyes.

If the elites want to treat us like we’re the Reject pack…?

Then we’ll make sure that we’re therebelpack.

Torin’s pupils dilated, when he saw us standing together in matching clothes like punky Omega twins. “Would the producers mind if we turned up late because I tore off your outfitswith my teeth?”

Cricket blushed. “I would. These clothes were gifts from Bee’s brilliant brother.”

“Then how much can I pay him to make me some?” Torin tilted his head. “My ass would look amazing in leather trousers.”

My mouth dried.

He didn’t need to pay Piper because I would.

Torin’s ass would look fucking biteable.

To my surprise, the Omega with ginger hair in a pretty bob, who gave me a sneaky thumbs up last night at the opening ceremony, crosses the room toward us.

Cricket stiffens. “What does she want?”

I step protectively in front of Cricket.

The woman, who is wearing a simple white dress, waves at me with a friendly grin. Taken aback, I wave back.

The Traditional Governor hovers at the Omega’s side, awkwardly.

He’s handsome and in his late thirties. Dressed in a navy suit, which makes his deep blue eyes pop, he is the only elite Alpha here who hasn’t cast contemptuous glances at me.

“Hey,” the Omega says, when she’s close enough, “I’m Leah. And this is Sawyer. Overwhelming, right? Did your Head Alpha put you up to this as well? Is your matched Alpha being a gentleman?”

She rambles in a breathless, endearing way.

She also glances at Torin suspiciously, which I can’t blame her for considering just how much of a dominantly dangerous playboy he comes across.

Also, Cricket appears close to collapsing after only one night with him.

Of course, Torin may be an elite but he’s anything but a gentleman.

Torin looks like he’s trying very,veryhard not to say anything in his defense.

I let out a breath of relief.

I love Omegas like Leah because Omega solidarity is everything.

“So overwhelming,” I agree. “Don’t worry. My Alpha looks like a cold wolf but really…” Next to me, Torin is virtually vibrating with furious, dominant pheromones. Am I going there?Oh yeah, I am. “…he’s a soft puppy inside.”

Sawyer bursts out laughing, before he pretends that it’s a coughing fit.

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