Page 51 of Puck & Her Blades

I stared down at the photograph of the three Blades. They looked a couple of years younger than they were now and blindingly happy and in love.

Cygnus was grinning widely, while to my shock, Jackson was actually smiling too.

He didn’t look cold at all.

He looked just as dominant as I’d expect, however, towering over Cygnus. He was wearing an immaculate caramel colored suit. His arms were looped around Cygnus’ waist, and he was hugging him like he’d never let go.

A second Alpha, Zev, casually slung his arm around Cygnus’ shoulders on the other side. He looked older than Cygnus but several years younger than Jackson.

He was breath taking.

Zev’s punky white blond hair was short, his skin was pale as ice, and his gray eyes looked like a winter storm.

You could see the pent up emotions swirling through him ready to burst out.

He was muscled with powerful, broad shoulders, dressed in a black leather jacket with buckles and tight black jeans.

I swallowed.

They made one beautiful pack.

Could they truly be mine?

I twisted, leaning to drop the photograph on my bedside table. I loved that I’d be able to look at it each morning, when I woke up.

I wouldn’t be alone anymore.

Then I turned back to Cygnus, who was watching me with a small smile dancing on his lips. “Why’s Asher not with you?”

“He hadn’t joined the team then,” Cygnus replied. “I wish that I had a photo with all of us. But Ash isn’t bonded to us, and Dad wouldn’t allow that.”

“Do you want Asher to be?” I asked, curious. “I have to be honest, when I see Asher playing on the ice with your Alphas, they look like they’re already bonded. The Alphas are insanely protective of him.”

“Ash is my best friend. He’s amazing with Lark, saving him from my sister almost every week with clever schemes. Plus, he makes Millie laugh more than anyone.” Cygnus looked down. “We all love Ash but being bonded to him isn’t an option, okay? We protect him the best that we can. Sometimes wishing for the impossible hurts too much. We’ve tried everything.”

What did he mean?

My brow furrowed. “I get that. I really do. But I wonder if you’ve hidden behind your good Omega act for so long that you’ve forgotten there’s another way to be.”

“I’m here to tutor you,” Cygnus’ voice hardened. “Let’s work.”

When he opened the book between us, my brow furrowed.

“This looks like Omega anatomy,” I said. “I thought that you were tutoring me, which I’m looking forward to because you make one hot professor. What are you going to do, Mr. Blade, if I’m a bad girl?”

His lips quirked. “Only good girls get spankings. So, you’d better concentrate and do well in your lesson.”

I met Cygnus’ gaze, trying to keep a straight face. “Yes, sir.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Nobody calls me sir. I prefer it when you call me beauty.” He gave me a shy look. “In fact, I love it.”

“Okay, I promise to work hard, beauty.”

Even if it was going to suck to return to school, I appreciated what Cygnus was trying to do and this chance that he was giving me.

He believed that Omegas should have this opportunity.

I wouldn’t waste it.

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