Page 15 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Well, that’d be a waste ofthis.” Swan does a dramatic turn in the air, which is mesmerizing.

The fact that he can pull off the move with such energy, even though he’s just had his ass handed to him, is fucking impressive.

“Thewasteis that you’re partnered with her.” When Dimitri points at me, my guts churn with dread.

I scramble backwards across the dusty floor, until I’m huddled against the glass wall that looks over the forest. The trees are bone white with snow.

Swan pushes back his sweaty hair, catching his breath. “She’s a hundred times more talented than I am. And I think thatI’ma god. So, that’s saying something.”

My heart hammers in my chest, when Dimitri stalks to Swan. But to my surprise, he merely brushes the dust off Swan’s t-shirt.

“Still too kind for your own good but pretending to be a cocky asshole, huh?” Dimitri tuts. “You have the potential to be the best dancer in America. Possibly, one of the top in the world. But you’ve been held back by being forced to mentor and dance with an Omega. Worse than that, an Omega from a rival company. Here’s the truth, Swan. You think that I’m the one driving you to exhaustion and injury. But did I force you to break curfew and practice late into the night?You’rethe one who’s pushing yourself past your limits to win this contest.” Dimitri grips Swan’s chin harshly, meeting Swan’s flaming eyes. “And the sad thing is that you don’t have a chance of winning it.”

I wish that I could yell that it’s not true. But it is.

Swan has been held back by being forced to mentor the only Omega. He does drive himself harsher than his instructors, in the same way that I do because we want this so damn much.

My stomach is tied in knots.

The worst thing is that deep in our hearts, Swan and I both know that it’s a long shot that an Omega will be allowed to win the R & J prestigious contest.

I’d become the first Omega principal dancer in the world.

Yet Swan and I also have hope and faith.

We won’t give up.

“Just watch on Christmas Eve,” Swan grits out. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

Dimitri traces down Swan’s jaw in a possessive way that makes me want to vomit.

Without expecting to, I growl.

Dimitri’s frosty gaze shoots to mine. “Are you growling at me, Omega?”

Shit, I am.

Omegas don’t growl at Alphas.

What the hell am I doing?

Swan’s eyes are wide and filled with glowing admiration.

I stagger to my feet, clutching onto the glass wall behind me to hold myself up. “Stop touching him.”

Dimitri chuckles. “A possessive Omega.” He lets Swan go, however, slapping the dust off him again like that was all he intended to do. “I don’t think that you two understand how much trouble you’re in. You’re lucky that it was me who discovered you and not my mom. Because I’ll give you a chance. I’ll allow you to still take part in the contest. Prove me wrong and win.”

When my shoulders sag with relief, Swan winks at me with his typical swagger.

“But…” Dimitri draws out the word, and my heart sinks. Why did I know that there had to be abutcoming? “If you don’t win, then you let me help you. Your lives will be hell, as part of the ensemble, only dancing group scenes amongst your peers who’ll despise you. But I can save you, Swan, by offering you the honor of bonding with me.”

What…?

I stare at Dimitri in shock.

Has he truly just offered to bond with Swan?

Fuck, that explains a lot about his behavior. He has a secret crush of his own.

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