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Who the hell is this beautiful male Omega?

Is he the only Omega pianist in the same way that I’m the only Omega ballet dancer?

I’m flooded by admiration and a desperation to get to know him. I’ve never met another Omega who is struggling like I am to prove themselves in the creative industries.

There’s an Omega movie star and director, Jex Champion, and I’ve heard rumors of an Omega band, with the singers Ember and Roman.

But the worlds of classical music and dance are different.

This pianist is inspirational.

But why is he here in our academy?

The male Omega’s long, elegant fingers flutter over the keys. His cuff links are musical notes.

My heart skips a beat with shock, however, when I notice the ugly steel bracelet that jangles around his slim wrist.

He’s a Reject!

How can he be? He looks like the model of an elite Omega.

When I’ve imagined having a male Omega to love as my own, cuddle in an Omega pile, or hold in my nest in the cold nights, this man is exactly the fantasy I’ve dreamed about.

Is he a Non-heat like me? Marked as rebellious? Or perhaps, an orphan who was taken in as someone’s ward and Companion Omega?

Shit, I hope it’s not that.

Companions are treated as lower status than simply Rejs.

Foreboding begins to trickle through the sudden joy of discovering such a talented, beautiful Omega.

What’s the mystery of his sudden appearance?

Why is he playing alone at night in this forbidden part of our academy?

CHAPTER TEN

Romeo Ballet Academy, Sanctum

When the last piano chords of “Dance of the Knights” dies away into the shadows of the practice room, I take another step closer to the beautiful male pianist.

The Omega’s eyes are closed. His elegant hands are finally stilled, resting on the mahogany piano’s keys.

He still hasn’t realized that he’s not alone.

How is it possible to be that lost in your own world?

He’s smiling. It’s a beautiful smile. His lips are full and kissable.

I shouldn’t be getting wet for a man who may have been hired to work in the academy…or worse.

But he’s so fuckable.

There’s something about a talented man that turns me on more than money, power, or good looks.

He has a spark inside him that burns like mine does. It calls to my soul.

“You’re incredible,” I breathe.

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