Page 50 of Juliet & Her Romeos

We’re trapped in its shadow.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Romeo Ballet Academy, Sanctum

Iwhine.

I can only see the man’s heavy boots and black leather encased legs.

He swings himself off the Harley, pulling off his helmet and dropping it to the frozen ground.

His shadow swallows Swan and me, as we lie beneath the marble statue.

I’m breathing too fast.

Shaking.

The pale sun streams through the sun clouds, glinting over the icy courtyard like it’s encased in diamonds. It blinds me.

I squint through the light at the Alpha.

He’s tall and strongly built.

He looks like a rock god, who has somehow stumbled off stage, taken a wrong turn, and ended up in my ballet academy.

He doesn’t fit here.

Especially, since he’s dressed in a scarlet, biker jacket with a black scarf around his neck and leather gloves. He’s bouncing on his toes.

He’s a ball of hyper energy.

He looks to be a couple of years older than Swan and me.

When he crouches down, my breath catches.

He’s gorgeous.

His straight, raven black hair falls over his handsome face. He has olive skin and ocean blue eyes.

Then his scent hits me.

It’s delicious: Vanilla espresso.

It winds around me, warming and safe.

This Alpha is my scent match!

Instantly, I whine.

The Alpha is sniffing the air. His blue eyes become darker. His gaze settles on me, assessing.

Swan misunderstands my whine, twisting to shield me with his body. Then he glances over his shoulder to bare his teeth at the Alpha, before letting out a deep, rumbling growl.

Shit.

What the hell is this Alpha going to do?

He’ll have scented me as much as I have him, and a Beta is possessively clinging onto me, while directly challenging him — an Alpha.

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