But will I wreck his chances? Will being paired with an Omega be the reason that he’s not chosen?
Or will Ambrose remember his love for me? His friendship with Swan?
Will Benedict being our soul mate, as well as Vito being my scent match, make Ambrose choose us?
He has to know that we’re fated to be part of his pack.
Right?
Mary and her partner, Thiago, are the last to dance. They’re also the weakest.
I wince, when Thiago misses a leap, twisting his ankle. Valiantly, he keeps going.
Dimitri is going to make him pay for his error.
I wince again at the thought.
At last, they painfully finish, and Mary helps Thiago to limp off stage. I dart Mary a sympathetic glance.
She shrugs, pointing at me with a thumbs up.
I smile, mouthingthanks.
I clutch Swan’s hand. “This is it.”
“I’m here with you, no matter what.” He tightens his hold on my hand.
In the silence, Swan and I lead the other dancers back onto the stage like we’ve practiced back at the academy.
We line up next to each other.
Now it’s time for the official choosing.
My heart is beating like a hummingbird in my chest. My legs feel like they’re going to buckle.
With an effort, I lock them. I force myself to stand still, only looking ahead into the bright lights.
But then, I hear a noise to the side of the stage. The other Betas break into excited whispers.
Without meaning to, I turn to look.
Ambrose Romeo is standing at the side of the stage.
Our CEO.
Son of the billionaire owner of the Romeo Ballet Company.
And my first love, who vanished four years ago at the same time that I was taken captive by this enemy pack.
I stare at him in shock.
Ambrose was hot in high school as the golden boy jock. But now, he’s all man.
Under the twinkling lights of the stars, as he stands with his hands behind his back, coldly studying his dancers, he looks every inch the powerful CEO.
He commands the stage and he’s doing nothing but standing on it.
Ambrose is dressed in a designer, chestnut brown suit with gold buttons, a white shirt, and rose embroidered waistcoat and tie.