Page 142 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Immediately, Swan holds out the remainder of his bagel to Benedict, who opens his mouth like a baby bird and allows himself to be fed.

Swan relaxes, enjoying hand feeding his Omega.

Any Beta would but at the same time, nobody but me will truly understand how much being able to provide food to the people he loves means to Swan.

Swan was essentially the Robin Hood of our academy.

He risked beatings, and sometimes in daring missions climbing high walls and through windows also risking his life, to steal food for the rest of the students.

Swan’s a thief at heart but because that means rebelling against a system that oppressed and starved us.

Being able to provide for someone he loves makes joy dance through our bond.

“Is Amby used to getting up at dawn as well?” I ask, thinking about the note and the one person who is missing from our bed.

“I didn’t think that anyone got up earlier than me.” Vito’s lips pinch. “Ambrose is already working in his study every morning, however, before I’ve even turned the oven on to bake breakfast. That man is a workaholic.”

My brow creases. “Is his mom driving him to that?”

Vito shakes his head. “He can drive himself.”

“Why?”

“Guilt.”

“What?” My eyes widen.

“I have a secret to tell you, my Juliet.” Ambrose strides into the bedroom. “We all have.”

My pulse races. I stare at him in shock.

I can sense the shadows through the bond, which slash Ambrose like daggers.

His expression is guarded.

Ambrose is dressed in a bronze suit with matching tie and waistcoat. He looks like a golden boy jock who has gone off the rails and been recruited as a mercenary assassin.

He hasn’t.

Right?

How can the two sides exist at once: the brilliant violinist and artistic director CEO of the ballet company and the man who has turned his bedroom into a boxing gym, as if he’s plotting to go to war?

“Secret?” I whisper.

Ambrose is carrying a pretty, vintage ballet bag with a rose surrounded by thorns embroidered on the front. He drops the bag onto the end of the bed and then casually sits next to it.

He exchanges a secret smile with both Vito and Swan.

What the hell is going on?

“Tell her,” he orders Vito.

“It turns out that by sharing bond bites the way that we did, every single one of us became fated mates.” Swan is vibrating with excitement.

“You’re confirming that it’s not a myth…?” I ask.

“My sister has a fated bond with Link’s pack,” Vito explains. “It must run in certain packs. Want to see something awesome?”

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