Page 71 of Bliss & Her Idols

“Are you a music producer?”

He certainly dresses like one.

Suddenly, I feel sick.

What if this is one of those bastards who are attending the drinks party, which Jin is being forced to host after the concert?

I take a step back, narrowing my eyes.

Tor shakes his head. “I’m a musician and songwriter.”

My shoulders slump in relief.

It’s unusual for an Alpha to work in those jobs, which are normally taken by Betas.

Perhaps, I’m being paranoid.

What if this Alpha really is a Prince Charming? It’s tempting to take his number, if he’s unbonded.

I’ve never felt this connected to an Alpha before. Plus, most importantly, he’s got the type of coldly dangerous edge to him that calls to the wolf pack side of me.

I’ve been raised as a survivor. Any Alpha that I choose needs to match that energy.

Tor certainly does.

Plus, Cricket sees him as a protector and not a threat, when after the trauma he’s been through, I believed that he’d struggle with every Alpha.

It certainly helps that he’s wearing an Ice Dragon top. How could Cricket, the fan club president, not see him as a friend when he’s wearing that?

“That’s amazing. You must be talented. I would love to play an instrument. I always wished that I owned a guitar.” Cricket rushes to Tor, grabbing his hand. “Have you written any songs for Jin?”

Tor raises his eyebrow in shock, studying where their fingers are entwined.

Pink creeps up Tor’s neck. “I’m not credited because it would be scandalous that an Alpha has this role but I’m Jin’s chief songwriter. In fact, I write most of the Idols’ songs.”

I stare at Tor in shock. “You’re a genius.”

“Actually, I’m a shameful secret.” Tor’s lip curls up at the side. “But thank you.”

All of a sudden, lights illuminate the stage.

My heart leaps.

This is it.

“Immortal’s set is about to start.” Tor pulls Cricket closer against his side. I edge closer as well in my excitement. “I’ve never heard my songs sung live before. I’ve waited so long for this night.”

When I glance up at Tor in the darkness, I can only just make out the outline of his expression.

He’s smiling, but his jaw is clenched.

What’s his story?

When a spotlight appears on the stage, the crowd roars and cheers.

Instead of Immortal appearing, however, to my shock, it’s Zoe.

She’s pale with nerves but speaks into a microphone. “I’m sorry to announce that Immortal has fallen unexpectedly ill and won’t be able to perform tonight.”

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