Page 105 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Unexpectedly, Ambrose stops licking my neck and lets go of my wrists. He sharply sits back on his haunches.

Ambrose’s expression is closed off. “Who said that you were bonding with Vito? Did he promise that?”

I blink, struggling up onto my elbows amongst the presents. “What kind of uber Traditional asshole are you? Don’t you allow your Second Alpha to bond with other members of the pack?You already know that I stand up to bullies. So, if you’re bullying Vito…”

“I’m not,” Ambrose grits out. “But I’m also not bonded to him.”

I pale. “What the fuck?”

“Ours is a fake matching. I was playing along to help Vito have access to the Romeo Ballet Company and so the academy.”

I scramble to my feet, shocked. “Why are you two pretending?”

Ambrose avoids my eye, brushing the final needles off himself, as if to have something to do with his hands. “I fostered Vito three months ago. He planned to go undercover to save Swan. Technically, I’m his boss, rather than his bonded.”

I wrap my arms around myself, shivering.

My heart shatters.

I thought that it was unusual that Ambrose had matched with a non-elite biker like Vito. The men are different in too many ways. But then, I’ve listened to how Vito talks about Ambrose.

He’s in love.

It’s obvious.

Fuck, does Ambrose not even realize? How could he miss what an incredible Alpha Vito is?

Suddenly, it hits me.

“So, that’s why Vito called yousir,” I exclaim.

“So much for his undercover skills. And why else would you think he’d call me that?” Ambrose arches his golden brow.

I blush. “I thought that either you were an Alphahole who got off on making other Alphas call you that.”

“I am.”

“Or you were a dom.”

“I am.”

My blush deepens.

“Glad we cleared that up.” I point at Ambrose. “But you two like each other, right? Vito fucking idolizes you. In fact, he talks like you’re a couple who’ve been bonded for years and nothing like a…”

I hesitate to say either employee or servant.

Swan came from a pack who were treated like that, and I hate to think of Vito that way. He joined the Romeos in order to rescue Swan, even playing at being bonded, which must have hurt like a bitch.

I’ll never forget that debt.

Ambrose pushes himself to his feet, straightening his dressing gown. “When you’re living in the same house as a hyper Alpha who plays Nirvana at 1 a.m., forces me to dance with him around the kitchen while he bakes, and rides that infernal Harley of his up and down my beautiful driveway, most of what I feel for him is in my itchy palm.” He holds up his spanking hand threateningly. Then he coughs, before his lips quirk fondly. “But also, it’s impossible when living with such a charismatic and kind man not to develop some…small…feelings for him.”

Small my ass.

Ambrose is smiling just thinking of Vito, despite the Nirvana, dancing, and destruction of driveways.

But then, his smile dies. “However, as his boss, there’s unequal power dynamics involved. I shouldn’t cross that line.”

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