Page 17 of Bliss & Her Idols

I reach to touch the tattoo on the back of my neck. “I wear it because it means that I’m a rebel and not a reject.”

I jangle the hateful Rej bracelet at my wrist.

“Because we’re the Wolf Siblings.” Piper flexes his arm, making the tattoo appear to move.

Chase taps his chest where his tattoo is. “I may be bonded to a Feral, but I’ll still always be a proud Wolf. It’s why I’m good hunting prey in and out of the ring. You need to become an Omega hunter, Little Wolf. Take this second gift. See if it helps hone your hunter instincts.”

When he reaches into his pocket, I stiffen.

If he’s about to hand me a gun, I’ll pass.

Tempting as it is, I’m not about to go all cave woman Omega and kidnap my Beta, before dragging him back to my cave.

It’d make a good dark romance novel. In real life, however, it’d be the best way to get myself arrested.

Instead, Chase slips a beautiful wolf hair clip out of his leather jacket pocket and fussily slides it into my hair.

It’s an exquisite and ornate silver, snarling wolf. Emeralds are used to mark out the eyes, ears, and fangs.

“Ehm,” I blink, “it’s lovely. But it makes me less hunter Omega and more pretty Omega on a first date.”

“Whoever said that you can’t be both?” Chase tucks my hair behind my ear, before messing with the slide again. “This is Lion’s gift.”

I smile.

Lionzio doesn’t have much money, since he escaped his cruel mafia family. He hasn’t got a bonded pack of his own and lives under his brother, the Chief Alpha of the Ferals.

He must have saved for months to buy me this clip.

“I want to thank him. Is he coming over later?” I ask.

Chase shakes his head. “Are you suggesting that our resident workaholic take more than one night off a week? Lion already came over for a movie night on Monday. He hasn’t finished working on the books for Harley’s MMA academy. I tried to persuade him that he won’t be punished if he leaves them for one night — that he won’t be punished at all any more — but trauma’s a fucker.”

I give a sad smile.

Yeah, it is.

“This clip is extra special.” Chase gives a wicked smile that puts me instantly on the alert. “You simply press the right fang on the wolf and the tiny hidden camera in it starts to record…” He presses on the emerald fang. “Then press the left one on it, and it stops.”

He touches the left fang.

I stroke over my new clip, which is actually a spy device.

Why has there never been an Omega James Bond?

I know who they should pick next for the role. If they choose Jex, the world’s most popular Omega movie star, everybody would watch it.

I straighten my shoulders and stand taller.

Chase leans closer.

His piercing gaze meets mine, as he lowers his voice. “Omega hunter,Little Wolf.”

I nod with fierce determination.

All of a sudden, a chirping sound vibrates from the pocket of my leather trousers.

Piper whistles. “Your source is smaller than I thought, if he can fit in there.”

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