Page 90 of Juliet & Her Romeos

When Ambrose was in high school, and I saw how Olivia treated him. I knew that his life may be as difficult as Silvanus’ was. I felt it was a shame that the two rivals couldn’t talk to each other, rather than hold onto our parents’ feud, because they were likely living through the same hidden difficulties.

I wish that all of us could have our freedom.

I take a deep, happy breath of the mouthwatering smells, which are wafting from the cooker, buttery and sweet.

My lips quirk at the way that Vito’s humming along to the song that’s playing from his phone, which he’s propped to the side.

He flips the pancake in time to the angsty, rock rage of The Smashing Pumpkins’ “Bullet with Butterfly Wings”. He jumps up and down enthusiastically, pretending that the spatula is an air guitar.

I didn’t know that you could cook pancakes aggressively.

Why is my stomach fluttering?

Vito has as much passion for this music, as when I heard Benedict playing the piano.

I don’t think that Vito’s even aware that I’m watching his tight ass sway to the music.

My mouth becomes dry.

Swan notices the direction of my gaze and snorts.

The tips of my ears turn red.

“How can I not look, when he’s wiggling his delicious ass around like that?” I mutter. “Look at how he’s humming along to a song about being a rat in a cage. He’s a rebel the same as you are, Feathers. It’s a talent to make pancakes like you’re in a mosh pit.”

Swan looks confused. “Is this normal? I mean, how most people make breakfast?”

“No,” I reply, softly. “But it’s the best way that I’ve seen.”

Swan nudges me. “You say something to him.”

“You.” I nudge him back. Then I sigh, leaning my forehead against Swan’s to be certain that even over the music Vito will definitely not hear me. “You don’t need to be scared, shy, or cold around Vito. He’s stillour Alpha. Don’t judge him because of his old pack. We don’t know how he came to be bonded to Amby or the man he is now, only that he may have been cruelly treated in the Snakes just like you were. And he’s my scent match.Mine.I like him. And I know that you do too.”

“How can I like a Snake?”

“How can I like a Romeo?” I counter.

“Touche.” Swan strokes my cheek. “Vito is our fated. I can feel it. I wish that I didn’t. I was fighting for both Benedict and him to be ours, when we were up on that stage, as hard as I was fighting for Amby. I was dancing my ass off for both of them. But don’t you remember how much I sacrificed for Rem? I took beatings to protect that bastard, when he first arrived. Then he…”

“I know,” I reply. “But Vito isn’t Rem. We need to give him a chance to prove it. What’s in a name, right? So, you don’t remember your real name. Will you reject Vito because of his?”

Swan’s eyes widen, before he wraps his arms around my neck. “I’ll give him a chance for you, my Queen.”

I kiss Swan as a reward.

Then I disentangle myself from Swan and turn on the stool to face Vito. He’s moving his head to the music, and his hair is flying around him wildly.

“You love alternative music, huh?” I call loudly enough to be heard above the guitar riffs.

Vito grins, swinging to me with a twist of his hips that’s so fucking sexy it should be illegal.

Instantly, it feels like he’s too far away from me.

I can’t help wishing that I knew what Vito’s pouty lips felt against mine.

I catch the way that Swan is staring at Vito, despite appearing to be trying hard not to. I have a feeling that he’s imagining those lips somewhere else…probably, stretched around his cock.

I knew that Swan would only bare his neck for me, and with this Alpha, he wants to make him barehisneck, before he bites it.

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