Page 64 of Juliet & Her Romeos

This beautiful Omega is so sweet that he should come with a cavity warning.

Only, someone’s hurt him.

My lips pinch.

When I find out who it is, I’m going to hand them their ass.

Somehow.

If he’s English, however, does that mean Ambrose may have brought him back to America with him?

The thought makes me feel sick.

In England, Omegas have less rights than here in America.

As in, they have no rights at all.

They’re essentially the property of their packs with no protections.

If Ambrose is a good Alpha, why would he claim an English Omega under those conditions?

Anxiously, I scan the Omega’s neck, looking for a bond bite scar. But if it’s there, then it’s covered by his fancy cravat.

But what if he’s not Ambrose’s, but is here because he’s bonded to Dimitri? It would explain the flinching.

My stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks.

“You’re right,” I say, quietly. “We’re students and we’re breaking the rules because we wanted to fit in some extra practice. We didn’t think that anyone would be using this room. They never have been before.”

The Omega’s brow furrows. “You shouldn’t break the rules.”

Swan huffs. “We’ve just discovered the anti-Rebel.”

“Play nice.” I nudge Swan with my shoulder.

“I’m always nice.” Swan bares his fangs in a wicked and definitelynot niceway. “Here’s how it is. I don’t blindly follow rules that clip my wings. Or that cage and hurt us. Anyway, I see them more as…guidelines.”

The Omega looks at Swan warily. “The rules will hurt you…?”

“So, if you don’t want to hurt us, keep the fact that you saw us here a secret, okay?” Swan arches his brow.

The Omega bites his lip. “You shouldn’t keep secrets.”

Swan glances at me, helplessly.

This male Omega isn’t going to last a day in the academy. From Omega solidarity alone, as much as how much I fucking desire to feel how silky his curls are and sniff his scent, I’m going to need to protect him.

Whatever he was taught in England, will get him killed in America.

When a thought strikes me, I smile. “Have you met Laurent yet? He’s the other male Omega in the pack. He can explain shit to you.”

“Shit?” The male Omega blinks, even though his expression has brightened at Laurent’s name. “I know what that means. And Laurent is my best friend. Do you know him?”

I stare at the man in shock.

His best friend?

Isn’t he new here?

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