Page 141 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Swan nods, although he glances at me, unsure.

I give him a reassuring smile.

I can feel through the bond how much Vito means it.

Having the bond now, I can sense how honest and genuine Vito is.

The man has a vein of trauma running beneath his upbeat personality, along with a deep loneliness. But it hasn’t made him take out his pain on others.

Instead, it’s turned him into an Alpha who is dedicated to the protection of Omegas and Betas, before even his own health and needs.

He calls himselftrash,but in fact, he’s a gem amongst Alphas.

Swan takes a bite of the bagel.

He licks his lips, before taking another even larger bite. “Wow, chewy sweetness. Add this to the Swan likes list.”

Vito beams, tapping his fingers on my thigh. “Done. I’ll make more. You should know, the last twenty-four hours were the best of my life. You were both perfect.”

Swan leans forward to grip Vito by the chin. “So were you.”

When Vito flushes, Swan pulls him into a kiss that’s all sugary cinnamon sweetness.

Vito laughs, fighting to fit himself on the bed between us, half in each of our laps.

“Comfortable?” Swan arches his brow.

Vito wriggles his ass in a distracting way. “An Alpha has to assert their dominance and shit. Isn’t this what Ambrose would do?”

“Sprawl in our laps…?” I laugh. “Definitely not.” I stuff the last of the bagel into my mouth. “Can you check on Mary and Thiago in the academy? Or ask Amby to? They’re our friends, and Thiago twisted his ankle. Plus, the Dance Master is sure to be giving them a hard time over their performance, no matter how much Amby tried to praise everybody.”

I hold my breath.

Please…

“This Thiago hurt his ankle, right?” Vito replies. “I’ll phone after breakfast and make sure that a doctor is sent to the academy. At the same time, they can do a checkup on all the students. Ambrose can use his artistic director influence to make sure this Dance Master doesn’t dare bully anyone.”

I stare at Vito with the same amazement that I can see on Swan’s face.

He makes it sound easy.

We’ve spent years suffering, but it’s like Vito’s just waved a magic wand and made my Christmas wishes come true.

My eyes gleam with tears. “Thank you.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard as a reward,” Swan snarls into Vito’s ear, making him flush, “that I’m going to be able to even breed an Alpha.”

Vito’s blush deepens. “Oh, fuck.”

Just then, however, Benedict’s nose scrunches up in an adorable way.

I think that he’s smelling the aromatic scent of the bagels, (unless, he can scent Vito’s dirty talk), until he reaches out to Vito and strokes up and down his trousers like he’s enjoying the feel of the soft leather.

“Alpha.” Benedict opens his eyes, peering out of his nest of blankets.

“I’m here.” Vito leans across, telegraphing his gestures, before he strokes Benedict’s hair. “Good Omega.”

Benedict almost flinches but then pushes himself up into Vito’s touch.

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