Page 19 of Juliet & Her Romeos

One day, when I was fifteen, I was caught in a sudden downpour, while trying to find somewhere quiet on the fields to study. I rushed inside with my hair plastered to my neck and my dress dripping water.

Humiliated, I ran toward the bathroom to dry off.

Unfortunately, with the water streaming into my eyes and blurry vision, I bumped into someone’s hard chest in the corridor.

“Careful,” a deep, rumbling voice said.

Shit.

I was dreaming.

This was a nightmare.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

I’d pull my hair aside to peer up at the other student and he wouldn’t be…

Ambrose.

Ambrose’s amber eyes were concerned, as he looked down at me. His lashes were impossibly thick and long.

His golden hair tumbled in a slight wave over one eye, and his shoulders were broad and powerful in his football uniform.

Ambrose had never spoken to me. The intense looks across the corridor and the way that I wascertainhe glanced up at me from the football field every time that he scored didn’t count.

We’d attended the same school, but our families’ feud kept us apart.

But now, Ambrose’s first conversation with me had to be because I’d clumsily run into him, while a hot mess.

“Are you okay?” Ambrose asked, when I didn’t reply.

My throat was dry. Awkwardly, I cleared it.

I still couldn’t speak.

Suddenly, I was too aware that we weren’t alone in the corridor.

The fangirls and fanboys, elite Omegas and Betas who followed Ambrose around worshipfully in hopes that he’d claim them, were leaning against the lockers.

Watching.

When a couple of the Omega girls giggled, I flushed.

Ambrose’s expression darkened. A wave of dominant pheromones burst from him that was enough to make the most submissive of the Traditional Omega boys drop to his knees.

My eyes widened.

Fuck, this was the guy who my cousin remorselessly bullied. I could see the shadow of a bruise on Ambrose’s tanned jaw.

I was certain that Silvanus’ fist had put it there.

Was he wanting to take his revenge on me?

He was from a pack that was even more Traditional than mine was.

And look, he was wearing his dominant face that made most of the Omegas in school melt at a glance.

To my shock, however, Ambrose pulled off his jersey and slipped it over my head.

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