I could tell how quietly pleased he was that he would match the other Alpha.
When he glances over his shoulder at me with a question in his eyes, I nod.
Because he is not merely asking if I am okay or ready to march into this matching ball and be claimed. But whether I am prepared for the complicated heist in less than ten minutes.
Under cover of brushing my hair and adjusting it earlier, Icarus also whispered, “The diaper bag is by the elevators.”
It would sound innocent to the rest of the pack.
Except, he means that it has beenhiddenthere, probably by Ollie.
And it is no longer Zoe’s diaper bag but my safe cracking kit.
When Icarus reads the answer in my eyes, his lips curl up at the side.
Icarus faces the front again and leads his new pack (with a confidence that helps me to raise my own shoulders), into the ballroom.
Gasps and shocked whispers race, as if a hive of bees has suddenly been let loose, through the closest packs.
They part like we’ll infect them.
Piper slouches even more and swaggers like he was made for creating scandals.
Is it hot in here?
Sweat beads my forehead.
Lionzio squeezes my hand.
I blush but ignore the outrage and sneers. I’m not friends with these people. Some of them I know: I recognize several of the Omegas who used to hang around me for the status at school, tech billionaires who pretended to laugh at my jokes, even an actor Beta who sent me love letters.
Yet none of them helped me after the Alcotts abandoned me.
None of them contacted me, not once.
Only Icarus did.
He always has.
Now, they’re looking at me like I am worthless.
Fuck them.
They dare to come to this hotel, where my tormentor stepmom acts as host, and use Hotel Omegas…? I will find a way to investigate and expose every one of them.
Some of them shrink back now from the fierceness of my gaze.
My nerves have died down.
This is actually starting to be fun.
Until someone familiar steps out in front of Icarus, blocking his way.
My breath catches.
Logan.
The Alpha’s dark eyes are even colder than I remember.
