Page 23 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
She blinks a few times, as if this is all just a dream.
It’s not a dream. Oh, it’s far from it.
“Lulu?” Ally whispers, like she can’t believe it’s me.
My lips part as I try to speak, but nothing comes out.
“What the fuck is going on?” the tall man behind her roars, taking a protective step in front of Ally. I’ve seen photos of him in the media. Liam Cross. Her bodyguard.
I’m hit with a wave of salted coconut and mahogany, and it’s like a punch to the gut. My arms wrap around my waist, a whimper slipping free.
“Lulu,” Gavin is next to me, pulling me into his arms. “Are you okay?”
I don’t answer him, eyes on Ally. Only, she’s not looking at me anymore. Her eyes are wide and locked on Brady.
I can see her body trembling, like she’s feeling the same thing I am. For my Alpha.
And me? Yeah, I just got fucking scent matched to her motherfucking bodyguard.
This has got to be some cosmic joke, right?
A low rumbling growl leaves the bodyguard, and my eyes snap from Ally to him.
It’s like everything snaps into place, my body swaying towards him.
Alpha. My Alpha.
I shake my head. NO. He’s not my Alpha. Gavin and Brady are. Gavin lets out a growl, too, holding me tight. That seems to snap Ally out of her trance long enough to look up at Liam.
Her brows furrow as she follows his line of sight. That's when her face morphs into an expression of pure rage.
“Oh, hell fucking no!” she snaps, rushing towards me. “This is not fucking happening.”
And this is how I die. Death by my ex-best friend kicking my ass.
Not the way I thought it’d go, but hey, at least Ally will be the last person I get to see before I die.
Chapter 6
Ally
“Are they really talking about hooking up with a girl after the show?” I lean in, asking Liam as we follow the guys back from sound check.
“If they knew what was good for them, they wouldn’t!” Liam says loudly, earning a narrowed-eyed look from his little brother over his shoulder.
“Let them have fun,” Nate laughs. “They’re a pack. Maybe they will find their Omega.”
“Ugh, just what we need, people finding mates and changing the perfect little bubble we have. No thanks,” I huff.
Nate chuckles. “You're telling me you don’t want a pack?”
A low warning growl leaves Liam. “Nate.”
“What?” Nate asks. “She’s a twenty-five-year-old Omega.”
“Almost twenty-six,” I correct him.
“Not helping, babe.” Nate grins, looking back over to Liam. “She’s not going to be single forever. All she needs are the right men to sweep her off her feet.” He stares hard at Liam, as if to drive a point home.
