Page 227 of Bliss & Her Idols

The Idols are frozen, shocked at their own daring.

Have they ever stood up to a supervisor before?

“Well done,” Jin praises, strolling through the ranks of stunned Idols, although he’s paled. “That was awesome.” Then he meets my gaze with an adoration that floors me. “And that’s why you’re my Queen.”

I bounce up and down, as adrenaline spikes through me.

That felt fucking amazing.

“You’re all dead.” Zoe stumbles to her feet in a daze.

“Actually,” Torin arches his brow with an impressed nod at me. “You’re fired.”

“What?” Zoe twists to him, furiously.

“In fact, all the supervisors are. Don’t believe me? Take a seat, you look like you just fell off a stage or something. Give it a couple of hours and you’ll see that you’re going to be kicked out of this estate with a sore ass. Aren’t I clever and psychic?”

“You’re mad.” Zoe collapses in a seat in the front row, however, groaning and clutching her bruised ass.

I stroll back to Cricket.

He stares up at me with wide eyes. “Was that your wolf side? I like it. It’s hot.”

“Nobody touches my men.” I cross my arms. “Wolves protect their pack.”

“See,” Cricket’s lips quirk, “hot.”

Immortal urges everyone back into their places on the stage. He nudges his shoulder against Jin’s to check that Jin is all right.

Jin nods.

Silence.

I take a deep breath.

Then I hear footfalls.

Cricket presses a button on the laptop and points at me.

The streaming has started. All around the world, millions are now watching.

Torin’s family won’t know that their secret world behind the walls of the estate is finally going to be laid bare.

They can’t hide anymore.

They like to earn their billions, a life of luxury and holidays, from the Betas being forced to act as the entertainment.

Finally, it’s their turn.

“What is going on?” Philomena demands, marching through the auditorium. “Electricity and phone lines, along with the internet are down in the main hall and camp but somehow it’s on in here.”Cricket’s work.It’s important that they don’t discover the article yet. That’s a lovely surprise for them later. “Why are you all in here? Who gave you permission?”

Luckily, the performance hall is fitted with scent ventilators like arenas are, or the stench of furious Alpha pheromones would make me fall to my knees.

“I didn’t,” Devin snarls.

“Nor me,” Aran adds.

The twins are prowling at Philomena’s shoulder.

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