Hatton cringes.
Shit, I’d forgotten that Logan still thinks that he is matching my younger brother.
I will rip off the Alpha’s knot first.
I dart forward, attempting to pull Logan’s fingers off Hatton’s arm. It is John, however, who drags his Alpha back by his jacket.
“How dare you?” Logan storms.
“How dareyouforce yourself on an elite Omega?” My eyes blaze. I nuzzle with Hatton, comforting him with my pheromones, “Everybody saw you scent Hatton without permission. He hasn’t agreed to match. You haven’t exchanged promise rings. But then, they don’t mean anything to you, do they? Does the fact that he’s my brother turn you on? Did you want to rut him like you’ve rutted me? Maybe you want to rut every Frost Omega and send them all home pregnant and abandoned?”
Dark whispers are spreading through the ballroom now.
The other Alphas are closing in around Logan. He glances around himself panicked. He swallows, nervously balling his delicate surgeon’s hands, which he enjoys laying on Betas but has never used in a fight against an Alpha before.
Hatton doesn’t need to reject Logan or ruin his own reputation.
Logan’s is already ruined.
He did it to himself.
Logan snarls in humiliation, before turning and storming out of the ballroom.
“I really am sorry,” John says quietly, before leading his new Omega after Logan.
Maya stands dazed like she can’t quite work out what has just happened.
For the first time since she took this hotel from Dad she is no longer in control.
She hates it, and I love that she hates it.
Hatton sends me a quick smile.
I pull back, adjusting his collar like I did when he was a teenager. Except, he truly is a man now. A smart, brave man who has helped Dad to mastermind everything that is happening tonight.
Maya slowly turns to look at me. “This was you. Somehow, I just know…”
My heartbeat kicks up.
Suddenly, the lights shut off.
My pulse roars in my ears.
Then a star-shaped spotlight illuminates the stage, along with the most beautiful angel.
My Beta.
Except, not the man who I have grown to know as Zero, who loves to eat pizza in nothing but a dressing gown or needs to be held through his nightmares.
This is Immortal, the international rock god.
He is wrapped in a sparkling white outfit that glitters with stars, while drooping feather wings hang from his shoulders. It is in startling contrast to his black, silky hair that hangs past his waist with crystal beads woven through it.
His lavender eyes look otherworldly.
An equally lavender electric guitar is slung over his shoulder.
The air thrums with excited anticipation.
