Bite me, bite me, bite me…
When I glance at him, I can tell that he’s only just holding onto his control the same as I am.
“You’ll always be my Chief Alpha,” I promise. “I’m a Sinner. Tomorrow, we’ll findourmale Omega together and make sure that he’s okay. Then we can jointly mentor him. You can hunt down the cute accountant Alpha, find out what he knows about the hotel’s finances as well, then arrange a date for us all.”
“We’ll court them together.” Icarus smiles. “But in secret.”
I give a wide grin. “Fuck Omegas having to wait around for matching balls, being chosen, or being passed around like candy. I’m choosing my pack.”
Icarus grabs my hand, pulling me to the archway.
“You’ll be the first Omega in history to plot a heist, crack a safe, take over a company…and hunt down her own pack. I’m proud to be the Alpha at your side. Two Sinners together.” Icarus grits his teeth as he peers onto the stage. “Fuck my life. It’s time for my stage debut.”
“Just follow my lead.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Good Alpha.”
While he is still spluttering in outrage, I snatch one of the microphones that lines the side of the corridor. Then I danceonto the stage as the band begins to play a jazzy version of “I Am an Omega Elf and I love Being Put on a Shelf.”
A spotlight lands on me.
I cringe inwardly, as the guests’ attention is drawn onto me. I fix on a fake smile, however, placing my hand on my hip.
Maya trained me well for this.
“I am an Omega elf, and I know when you’re sleeping, and when you’re awake. So, you’d better be a good Alpha because I know whether you’ve been bad or good…” I sing, smoothly.
I twirl around, grabbing Icarus by the hand, swaying with him.
He wasn’t joking about not being able to dance.
His face is frozen in a terrified expression. He looks more like a deer in the headlights than a Santa having fun with his favorite elf.
I gesture frantically with my eyes to Bird to help me out.
Bird immediately encourages the rest of the elves and reindeer to join in the ridiculous elf dance that he choreographed, which at least distracts from the disaster of my performance with Icarus.
It’s impossible to miss the smattering of laughter from the audience now.
Shit, Maya will punish us for this.
Maybe the guests will think that this is meant to be a comedy routine?
When people say that they can’t dance, they are usually exaggerating. All Icarus needs to do is sway to the music and not look like he’s about to hurl from nerves.
He’s normally so in control and calm, I had no idea that he’d have such stage fright. Maybe it’s because he’s in front of the elites, rather than working behind the scenes with the staff.
I grit my teeth, as the laughter becomes jeers and boos.
My blood chills.
I begin to tremble.
My fake smile fades.
“I’m sorry,” Icarus whispers, standing frozen in the center of the stage. “What should I do? I’m not a performer. I don’t know how to make them happy.”
