Page 201 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Mission…?

When I glance at Vito, his eyes have widened the same as mine.

Could Silvanus be a secret resistance member as well?

Vito told me that most recruited elite packs don’t know each other or have secret identities, unless united on missions, because otherwise it would put all of them at risk.

The more people know who is in the resistance, the more could be captured once the government interrogate them.

“We have amissiontoo,” Ambrose says, carefully. Silvanus’ gaze snaps to his in wary surprise. “Does helping every dancer in the world matter to you?”

Ambrose is smart.

How to tell someone that you’re resistance without telling them…

Silvanus licks the blood off his lips, giving himself a moment to think before answering. “Why do you think I’m drugging my dad?”

“You’rewhat?” I gasp.

“Not such a mysterious illness after all…?” Vito swaggers to the platform, resting his elbows on it.

Swan’s grin widens. “I knew that JuJu’s cousin would be badass.”

“I don’t see myself as bad, more chaotic good.” When Silvanus struggles to his feet on shaky legs, I scramble to help him.

“Silas, this is serious.” My mind is racing. Silvanus was never our enemy. He’s simply been thinking that Ambrose was, working to rescue me, and become Head Alpha.He’s doing the same thing as Ambrose is. “What if someone finds out?”

“I’m sure that my pack knows.” Silas’ jaw clenches. “But they hate Dad more than I do. They’re protecting me, and I’m planning to launch a series of reforms this year off the back of winning the Rose vs Slipper Ballet Contest.”

“Well, that’s a coincidence,” Ambrose drawls.

He strides over to the other side of Silvanus.

Silvanus flinches, when Ambrose reaches for him, expecting another punch. Instead, Ambrose firmly steadies him by the shoulder and helps him to limp to the side of the ring and then climb out.

I follow the two Alphas.

When I jump off the platform, Swan catches me and places me back onto my feet.

Silvanus stands uncomfortably in the middle of us. “Look, it seems that I owe you an apology.”

Ambrose merely arches his brow.

“A big apology.”

Ambrose crosses his arms.

“You get one free shot.” Silvanus steadies himself against the platform, tilting up his chin.

Alpha posturing.

Ambrose studies Silvanus for a long moment. “You’re not worth it.”

“Yes he is.” Vito swaggers to Silvanus and knees him in the balls.

Apparently, resistance solidarity only goes so far.

After the bullying and hazing that Silvanus put Ambrose through, however, this is justice.

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