Page 68 of Bliss & Her Idols

He looks to be around a year or so younger than Jin with translucent skin, high cheekbones, and a strong jaw.

His thick, crow-black hair is neatly brushed back from his face.

He’s dressed like the type of man who is truly a billionaire and could wear designer suits but knows the music industry well enough to realize that only people who don’t wear suits are taken seriously.

So, he’s dressed in blessedly tight jeans with a low slung belt with dragon buckle and a limited edition Ice Dragon t-shirt.

It's so limited edition that I’m itching to beg to try it on.

Also, if that means getting the Alpha to undress, then I’d be okay with that because he’s tall, broad chested and more or less my ideal Alpha.

Apart from the fact that alarm bells are already going off in my head about him, as much as I’m drawn to him.

“Thank you.” Cricket, with his typical naïve optimism, bounces up to the strange Alpha with a chirp. “They kept hurting Bee. I’m ashamed that I couldn’t stop them.”

“Bee, huh?” The Alpha’s gaze slides to mine. I shift from foot to foot. “Does she sting?”

“Only if attacked.” I run my hand through my hair, attempting to smooth it back into place.

“Then let’s be friends and not enemies.” The Alpha smiles down at Cricket. “What’s your name, mo stoirin?”

Cricket scrunches up his nose. “What does that mean?”

“My little darling.”

Cricket flushes.

He hesitates for a moment, looking longingly at the Alpha’s strong chest like he needs the comfort.

He’s normally shy around strangers.

Why is he comfortable with this man?

But then, why am I?

“Want to nuzzle?” I offer, hoping to pull Cricket over to me.

Unfortunately, Cricket misunderstands me.

He nods, happily. Then he nuzzles againstthe Alpha.

The Alpha who laughs, giving me a smug look.

The Alpha lightly cradles Cricket’s head, as if a stranger nuzzling him is no big deal. “What’s your name?”

“Cricket.”

“A Bee and a Cricket. Are you certain these aren’t code names? How exciting. Are you secret assassins? Spies?”

His eyes gleam like he’s truly imagining it.

Shit, I need to stop this guessing game as quickly as possible.

“My real name is Bliss,” I blurt.

“Pretty.” He casts me a glance. “Are you sure that you’re not giving me your cam name now? Can I follow you on OnlyOmegas?”

I bare my teeth. “I can feel a stinging coming on.”

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