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Is it his first time kissing a woman?

He makes a pleased sound against my lips. I moan, deepening the kiss.

When Benedict purrs, I gasp. I didn’t know that it was possible to kiss at the same time as to purr. The combination of the thrusts of his tongue and the deep vibrations is heaven.

Everything about being with another Omega is amazing.

I kiss Benedict more passionately, while Swan buries his hand in Benedict’s hair, holding him in place.

Swan whines in pleasure at the sensation.

“That’s it, good Omega, keep kissing our Queen.” Swan tugs on his hair again.

Benedict redoubles his efforts, and I clutch at his shoulders.

His honey scent winds around me.

At last, Benedict draws back, peppering kisses over my lips and jaw.

“You taste like mine,” he murmurs.

My eyes smart with tears. I’ve always wanted to meet my male Omega soul mate.

I’ve dreamed about this.

If Benedict is Ambrose’s Omega, however, then won’t that make it less likely Ambrose will hand me a rose on Friday night?

He has Vito as a Second Alpha and then he has this gorgeous Omega.

I’m not upset that Ambrose has bonded. We made no promises to each other. We only knew each other as kids, and he’s lived in another country for years.

I’m happy that he wasn’t lonely.

If anything, I’m pleased that he’s discovered love. His mom is cruel. I doubt that he’s experienced much of it before.

But it means that Ambrose has already found himself a scorching hot, fascinating, and talented pack for himself.

It’s the type of pack that I’d die to be a part of: Vito and Benedict are interesting, kind, and smart.

They’re more than simply my scent match and soul mates.

They’re the type of men who I thought only existed in my daydreams.

Yet it means that all Ambrose needs is a Beta to complete his family.

Why would he need me?

If Swan and I lose on Friday night, then we’re not only losing the chance to bond with Ambrose but we’ll also be losing Vito and Benedict.

The entire alluring Romeo pack.

And that’s devastating.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Prima Ballet Theater, Sanctum

Excitement and nerves churn in my stomach. I clutch my middle. Am I about to hurl?

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