I don’t know either. I don’t fucking know. I don’t know…
Suddenly, my eye is caught by a Beta who is standing in the front of the audience.
He isn’t laughing or jeering.
Instead, he is watching both Icarus and me with a startling intensity.
The Beta is stunning.
He looks like an angel descended from the top of the grand fir tree, all in white with a sweeping coat that sparkles with silver thread. He has translucent skin and sharp cheekbones that gleam under the lights with glitter. Star shaped beads are woven into his shiny black hair, which falls all the way to his ass.
His lavender eyes are startlingly large and pretty.
It’s Immortal.
I stumble over my words, as my throat constricts under the pressure of performing in front of the Beta who I have looked up to for so long.
My literal Idol.
I’m dying on stage in front of one of the best performers in the country.
My throat is thick with tears. I clench my hands.
I feel wild with panic. My cheeks heat.
To my shock, Immortal appears to come to a decision, before he catches my eye and smirks.
Then he jumps onto the stage with a flourish.
The crowd falls silent in shock, before they explode into cheers, whoops, and chants of his name.
The atmosphere in the room immediately changes, buzzing with sudden excitement again.
Immortal gives a practiced smile, waiting for a spotlight to find him like the pro he is, before swaggering toward me.
My mouth becomes dry.
Am I dreaming?
Immortal holds his hand out to me, and like I am under his spell, I allow him to pull me into a slow dance to the jazz. The way that he moves, as if he’s a part of the music, is sheer art.
His slinky hips deserve an award of their own.
Then he pulls me close, wrapping his arm around my shoulder to shield us from the audience at the same time as making it look part of the show.
“I’m not an elf,” Immortal whispers; his voice is English and flirtatious, “but mind if I duet this one anyway, love?”
I struggle to reply like my tongue has become lead, “You’re more like an angel. So, how about “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing”?”
I arch my brow at the band, and they nod.
Bird organizes the omegas and Betas into a new dance arrangement to back me up.
Immortal smirks. “My pack would see me more as a demon. But I’m happy to be your guardian angel any time. Sounds bloody brilliant, love. Just hang on a moment.” He twirls me a final time, before letting go and dancing to Icarus. The Alpha is watching like Immortal is a runaway train that he can’t get under control. Immortal wraps his arm around my Alpha’s shoulder and says loudly for the sake of the audience, “Funny routine, big boy. Elves make me a horny mess too, and apparently, I’m an angel. Everyone knows that Santa doesn’t dance. Can I sit on your lap later? I promise that I’ve been agoodBeta.” The audience laugh, indulgently. The way that the Alphas in the audience are now hungrily looking Immortal up and down,however, makes me hunch my shoulders uncomfortably. Is Immortal truly putting on such a sexualized performance to save both Icarus and me? Serving himself up before this audience? “But why don’t you get back to work? You must make sure everything is ready for Christmas. Think of all the disappointed boys and girls otherwise, yeah? Let the Christmas angel take over and make all these good people’s wishescometrue.”
When he winks at the crowd, they clap.
Immortal lets go of the much larger Alpha, giving him a deliberate shove.
