He squeezes Lionzio’s hand tighter, and Lionzio winces.
I grab their hands to stop theirmy knot is bigger than your knotpissing contest (seriously, Alphas), until they release each other.
Then I kiss them both in turn, grabbing each of their hands in mine.
“Shouldn’t we vote on that?” Immortal excitedly glances between the Alphas like he’s watching a soap opera.
“No vote,” Lionzio replies, staring at Icarus, as if he’s the answer to a prayer that he didn’t know he’d made. “I won’t challenge Icarus for the position of Chief Alpha. I am happy that Grace has someone who so clearly loves her. I hope that we can be friends.”
As if a switch has been flipped, Icarus leans closer, grabbing the smaller Alpha by the scruff of the neck and circling the softhair there with the pad of his thumb just once. “I hope that we can be more than that.”
Lionzio sucks in a shocked breath. “Yes, sir.”
He looks dazed but happy, as he stands in a circle with Icarus and me.
My scent match.
“Good Alpha,” Icarus murmurs.
Lionzio’s pale blue eyes darken with desire.
“Hey, I hear voices. Why didn’t any of you wake me?” A sleepy voice calls from the doorway.
My mind short-circuits.
Startled, I break away from both Lionzio and Icarus and sprint across the vast lounge to the doorway where an adorable, sleep tousled male Omega is slouching in black satin pajamas with a silk scarf wound around his neck.
His Rej bracelet glints in the light.
Piper’s eyes brighten when he sees me. “My Gracie. Long time no see.”
“Wolfie.” I nuzzle against Piper, as his wavy silver hair tickles me.
How is my Omega soulmate here too?
Yet as much as I am beginning to trust my Alpha soulmate and his Beta, Piper is a still a Hotel Omega.
Why have they ordered another HO? Are they trying to help him like they are attempting to save me? Or have they been lying about being different to the other guests here? Have they been using Piper, the same as other Alphas use Bird?
I clench my jaw.
Piper is breaking at least seven of the rules still, and I can’t risk that he won’t get in trouble.
I guess that his intense mentorship starts today.
Panicked, I fix him with as strict a stare as I can, when my heart is hammering in my chest with joy that I have found him again.
I have been so fucking worried, even if he looks like he has no idea that HO are anything but treasured.
Does he have any sense of danger?
I run my finger over his pierced brow. “Page two hundred through to two hundred and forty-four in theRules for Staff Handbookon appearance, remember? Staff are not permitted to wear nail varnish, makeup, or have any visible tattoos or piercings.”
“Gracie, you really do love your unique dirty talk. You’re making me hard right now.” Piper’s voice lowers to a rumbling purr that makes slick dangerously slide down my thighs. “What’s the rule about Omega soulmates?”
“So,” Icarus’ voice is soft but in a way that makes the hairs rise on the back of my neck; I don’t know who is in most trouble in this room, but I suspect that it may be Piper, “you’rethe rebel Omega who went missing and had both Grace and me searching for you for days?”
“That’s me.” Piper gives a sunny smile.
