Page 70 of Juliet & Her Romeos

“Then I’m allowed to,” Benedict replies, firmly.

Swan frowns. “Bec, what pack do you belong to?”

When Benedict raises his hand to his neck, instinctively pushing down on his cravat to touch the revealed bonding scar, disappointment slams through me.

He is bonded.

Of course he is.

The question is, who is he bonded to?

“One who loves me.” His eyes are flooded with a fierce, protective love. I recognize it from the way that Swan talks about me. “One who saved me. My Second Alpha is brave, fun, and kind. But my Chief Alpha is the best man in the entire world.”

He says it so fervently that there’s no doubt he means it.

“And he is?” I prompt.

Benedict puffs out his chest with pride. “Ambrose Romeo.”

My throat is dry.

I can’t make myself speak.

Ambrose.

This is Ambrose’s Omega…and he’s mine, as much as he’s Ambrose’s.

Perhaps, I don’t need to focus on winning Ambrose. Instead, I should court his gorgeous mates and sneak them over to Swan andmypack. Then Ambrose will follow them like hooked prey into my arms.

Is this how courting is done? Nobody teaches Omegas.

Oh well.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Benedict studies my lips for a long moment, raising his finger to trace over them.

My chest is rising and falling.

I’m breathless with anticipation. I’ll be kissing the same lips that Ambrose has.

It’s close to kissing Ambrose himself.

I’m soul mates withhisOmega.

“My Queen,” Swan warns in a low voice, at the same time that he rests his head against Benedict’s hair, pressing their bodies together. “Are you sure about this? Once we claim Bec, then there’s no going back, at least for me. We protect what’s ours.”

I know what he means: if I kiss Benedict, then it’s a promise that we’ll become his pack.

And as much as we intend to make that happen on Friday, now I have my doubts.

Swan is still thinking about the way that Benedict flinches.

Because if Swan joins the Romeos, he’ll protect Benedict as courageously as he protects me, even if that means kicking Ambrose’s ass.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” I brush a curl that’s falling over Benedict’s translucent cheek behind his ear.

Then Benedict kisses me, slow at first like he’s unsure but also, wanting to enjoy the new sensations.

This is my first time kissing another Omega. I bet that it’s Benedict’s as well.

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