Page 178 of Juliet & Her Romeos

And I come with a desperate moan.

He watches me like a man dying of starvation. He can only be saved by feeding on my expressions of blissed out joy.

I don’t understand the relief andguiltthat slams through the bond.

Then he’s biting into the bond bite again and coming too.

I shout out, as white hot pleasure races through me.

Finally, Ambrose releases his bite, licking over the imprints from his teeth with a satisfied smile.

He looks up at me through his lashes. “I have to make sure that the bite doesn’t fade. You must be marked as mine.”

I scrunch up my nose. “Bond bites don’t fade.”

“It’s best to make sure.” Ambrose’s lips twitch, before he tucks himself back into his trousers and sprawls on his side next to me. “You were amazing. Such a good Omega.”

I glow at the praise, shrugging around onto my side to face him. “I love you too, by the way.”

And there’s that guilt again.

I must find out why Ambrose is feeling like that. Clearly, it’s tearing him up inside.

“You don’t have to work to impress me or make up for not being with me, you know.” I play with the buttons on the front of his shirt. “Vito and you have made sure that so many of my wishes have come true already. Presents, cakes, and fireworks. You even made that incredible ice sculpture. But all I truly want isyou.”

Ambrose busies himself doing up his belt. “You’re not like the high maintenance elite Omegas who I know.”

I chuckle. “You should have chosen Ari, if you wanted high maintenance.”

“As in Ariana, the Beta who blackmailed that poor jerk Remington into dancing with her?

I gape at him. “SheblackmailedRem?”

“I’ve been gathering evidence about the academy for years. Laurent has helped me with secret cameras and audio recordings. Vito has done an excellent undercover job with the paperwork and computer files. I may know more than you do about what goes on. And Remington never wanted to dance with that bitch, but her clique has been bullying and threatening the elite side for years. The Dance Master has allowed it because it’s an easy way to keep order.”

Shit, is that why Remington stopped being friends with Swan?

Was he forced to betray him?

Perhaps, Remington was weak to not stand up to Ariana. But I know what it feels like to be an outcast. Not everyone has the strength to deal with that.

“We have to change things.” I grasp Ambrose’s hand.

“We’re going to. But first, we must win the contest.” Ambrose dodges my gaze.

What’s he hiding?

“I wish…” I sit up, readjusting my leotard. Then I glance up at the painted stars. “Mom would love this room. She’d dance like a true star in a place like this.”

Next to me, Ambrose stiffens.

He pushes himself to sit up as well. A steel wall slams down across his expression. He’s attempting to stop any emotion showing.

What the hell is he hiding?

I take a deep breath.

I swore that I would find out what had happened to Nova.

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