Page 51 of Juliet & Her Romeos

He’s going to tear out Swan’s throat.

Right?

Panicked, my gaze meets the Alpha’s, pleadingly.

To my surprise, he doesn’t appear angry. But instead, releases a burst of soothing pheromones that make me relax.

I’d forgotten how incredible it felt to be soothed by an Alpha like this. How many years has it been, since an Alpha helped me to feel better with their pheromones?

It must’ve either been Ambrose or Silvanus.

Shit, I needed that.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. The pretty Omega who smells like delicious chocolate and cherries is yours, message received loud and clear.” The Alpha salutes.

Swan stops growling abruptly.

I don’t know if it’s from shock at being called the pet namebeautifulso casually or by an Alpha saluting him.

“I’m sorry that I startled you,” the Alpha offers.

I don’t reply.

I can’t.

I’m still overwhelmed by this man’s vanilla espresso scent.

I feel like I’ve been waiting for it my entire life.

My throat is too tight.

I don’t even know who this Alpha is. He can’t claim me. He’s not an elite.

And this will break Swan.

How can I tell him?

I bite the inside of my cheek — hard.

The Alpha’s gaze slides between us. “Impressive fall and catch. It takes me at least eight bottles of beer and a night out dancing on a table, before I can perfect falling off one. But sadly, no takers for catching me yet.”

Swan snorts with laughter, before he can stop himself.

“We’re not allowed to talk to strangers,” I force myself to say.

“That’s easy.” The Alpha winks. “I’m Vito. See, not a stranger now. And you’re…?”

“In big fucking trouble for talking to you,” Swan growls.

“I’m sorry, beautiful,” Vito says, sounding like he means it.

“My name’s Swan, and she’s Juliet,” Swan tells him quickly.

I’m pretty certain it’s so that Vito will stop calling himbeautiful.

I don’t understand the way that Vito’s eyes light up at hearing our names, before he hurriedly shutters his expression.

“Thanks,beautiful.”

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