Page 128 of Bliss & Her Idols

Please, select Torin.

Torin never turns around, keeping Jin’s gaze like he’s determined that he’ll be the one to go up there and fight for the Beta.

“Tor,” I whisper. “Pick…”

The spotlight lands on Torin.

“Yes!” Cricket finally brightens, bouncing up and down. “Go show them how amazing you are, Charming.”

Torin looks around like he’s waiting on similar words of encouragement from me.

What did he call himself?Forgotten? Invisible?

“I see you,” I say, “whether you win or not. Now make sure that everybody fuckinghearsyou.”

Torin blinks at me in wonder. Then his smile widens.

He salutes me. “Anything for the most beautiful Omegas in the world.”

He swaggers to the stage, ignoring the stairs, and climbs onto it.

Torin stalks to Jin, who stares at the Alpha entranced.

Instead of intimidating or caging the Beta, Torin drops to one knee in front of him.

The other Alphas in the room suck in their breath.

No Alpha would normally willingly kneel for a Beta like this, even in role play with one as the King.

Yet it doesn’t make Torin look weak, only strong enough to make this romantic gesture without worrying about what anyone else thinks about him.

“My King,” Torin declares with a rumbling intensity like ice shifting in the depths of the freezing ocean, “I will be offering you my performance of a song that I wrote for you last night.”

I wondered what Torin was doing, scribbling frantically on sheets of paper, while I’d been tossing and turning and failing to sleep.

Cricket was the only one who snored happily through the night.

Jin gives a genuine smile, his first of the day. “I accept your tribute.”

Zoe tightens her hand on Jin’s shoulder, but he ignores it.

Jin watches with the same eagerness as me, as Torin prowls to the electric guitar and straps it over his shoulder.

Torin fiddles with it, tuning it for a moment.

Then he strokes over the guitar’s cool wood like he’s feeling out the soul of the instrument. He takes a final breath, before he begins to play or more, as if his heart and blood bleed from the guitar…weepfrom it.

He’s fucking shredding it.

His riffs and energy are mind-blowing.

I seriously didn’t expect this.

Frozen, I stare at Torin.

He comes alive on stage. He’s rocking out like some of the great Beta musicians and showmen: Jimmi Hendrix, Keith Richards, or Brian May.

Did Torin always want to perform?

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