I’d been in my bedroom in the penthouse dressed in a lacy, violet designer ballgown that matched Bird and Hatton’s suits. My Alphas and Betas were meant to meet me for the ball.
Moonlight streamed through the high windows over my decadent room, which was draped in silks and soft, velvet furnishings. The walls were plastered with posters of Immortal in his iconic pose, all long, shiny hair and lavender eyes, while his band star emblem gleamed down on him like a spotlight on a stage.
My nest was built up in the middle of a four-poster bed, which shimmered with diaphanous drapes. A vast walk-in closet of clothes and shoes stood at the back beside my marble en-suite bathroom.
I was bouncing on my toes with excitement.
Where were they?
My Alpha and Beta were late, and Maya hated that.
Yet I knew how hard Logan was working in his final exams to qualify as a surgeon. It was why I hadn’t pressed about the official bonding. He wanted to wait until he’d qualified because he didn’t have time to take two weeks of bond leave.
It hurt that he put his career first, but ours wasn’t a love match. I’d come to respect my Alpha’s intelligence and ambition.
John, my Beta, was kind and attentive, but I hadn’t realized how little say a Beta had in a Traditional pack.
John wasn’t even allowed to sleep in the nest with Logan and me. He was treated more like a servant than a lover. During my heats, he was shut out entirely.
Yet I cradled my hand over my stomach.
The private doctor had confirmed the news this morning that I was pregnant.
I’d never craved a baby in the way that some Omegas did but now that I was going to be a mom, it filled me with a protective joy.
John had told me happily about the large family that he came from and how much he couldn’t wait for us to have a family together.
He was going to be so fucking happy.
“Hurry up,” Hatton called from the lounge. “Mom is saying you have ten minutes to get your new pack here, or we’re walking into the ball without them.”
“Okay,” I yelled back still smiling.
I perched on the side of my four-poster bed, playing with the velvet blanket. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, swiping it on.
Then I called the same number that I’d been texting all evening without any response.
To my relief, Logan answered. “Yes? What is it, Grace?”
I flinched at his sharpness.
“Merry Christmas.” My smile slipped. I wasn’t the type of Omega who needed constant attention or praise. I had never received it from an Alpha before. It was Christmas, however, and this wasn’t how I had expected my Alpha would greet me having not reached out all day. “Are you going to be here soon? Mom is turning feral.”
A long pause. Then a put upon sigh.
“You know that I have exams. I don’t have time for nonsense like parties. You can go with your family, hmm?”
My hands started to shake. “I mean, I could but…couldn’t John at least…?”
“John and you are becoming too cozy. He’smyBeta.”
My lip quivered. “I don’t understand.”
“Look, I’ll pick you up for coffee in the New Year. Can we not do this over the phone?”
Do what?
Shit, was this the breakup speech?
