Logan is dressed in a sharp but boring evening suit with a crisp white shirt that contrasts with his tanned skin and sleek black hair.
I expect to feel more than shock at seeing him after all this time. After all, this Alpha was the first to knot me. He gave me a courting ring. I thought that I would forever be bonded to him.
Yet all I feel is a mix of sadness and righteous rage for everything that he has put Zoe and me through.
But no loss.
No love.
My gaze slides to the Omega who is being hugged to his chest in a way that I never was. She is soft and gentle looking in a simple lace pink dress. Her neck is scarred with a bond mark.
Why did Logan never treat me like I was precious? Simply because I wasn’t his scent match?
I carried that like a weight around my neck for years. Yet Icarus isn’t my scent match and not once has he wavered in his devotion to me.
I used to have high walls, not allowing myself to trust in more than our friends with benefits arrangement because of my fear that one day, Icarus would leave me for his scent match.
Yet he has been surrounded by so many Omegas that I am certain by now he must have come across a scent match, but he hasn’t stopped loving me.
He hasn’t chosen them over me.
I no longer believe that an Alpha has to love only a scent match or that it’s inevitable an Omega will end up with their soulmate.
We are more than our biology.
We can be more than that.
I take a shakier hold on Lionzio’s hand, when I notice the swell of the other Omega’s stomach.
She’s pregnant.
It hits me harder than I thought it would. But not because I resent her. More because it’s real that Zoe will have a half sibling who she won’t know, when I love mine more than anything in the world.
“Grace,” John’s soft voice is infused with pain.
My gaze snaps up to the Beta who is standing behind Logan like he has been trained to.
John’s kind face is twisted with shame and regret.
And love.
I wish that I couldn’t see it in his large green eyes behind his glasses, as he pushes his cascade of brown hair out of his face in agitation.
Like usual, his suit is plain.
To Logan, Betas aren’t to be noticed.
My feelings for John are more complicated. They always were.
“Shut up, Beta,” Logan snarls.
For once, John ignores him. “I’m sorry, Grace. Hell, I’m just so sorry. I wasn’t allowed to contact you or?—”
“Say one more word and see what happens.” Logan’s icy glare takes in our group. ““You look ridiculous. Is this another show like yourOmega on the Shelfone? I enjoyed that.You,” he points at Icarus, “on the other hand, were an embarrassment having to be rescued by that whorish rock star. Stick to your strengths like running hotels but keep behind the scenes.”
“And what are your strengths?” Icarus’ eyes darken. “Abandoning promised bonds? Walking out on pregnant Omegas?”
The elites who are watching are shooting contemptuous glances not at me, rather at Logan.
