Page 124 of Knot Their Starlet

I stop at the foot of a staircase, towards the back of the club. Presumably, a staircase that leads to the VIP balcony above.

And I freeze in place.

There she is.

Andromeda Sterling.

In the arms of a man.

A young man who is definitely not Beckham Knight.

Is that... his publicist?

I managed to find a couple of old photos of Beckham Knight and his manager and publicist from when they were in high school. Apparently, they grew up together.

And right now, his publicist’s arm is wrapped around Andromeda Sterling’s waist in a way that’s far too intimate.

Then he leans down and kisses her.

And she lets him.

Anger flares, hot and ugly, up my chest and lodging itself in my throat.

How in the world am I supposed to get close enough to Beckham Knight to land an interview no one else has managed to land when I’ve just witnessed his girlfriend cheating on him?

I make my way back into the crowd before they have a chance to see me.

My hands flex at my side. Why am I so angry?

Sure, I’ve been cheated on before. Who hasn’t? Especially in this city.

Miranda blamed it on the fact that I was gone all the fucking time. And she was right. I was gone all the time.

But then she should’ve ended the relationship if she was unhappy, not banged her coworker. In our bed.

But I’ve gotten over her and her cheating.

I think this is a deeper anger.

The kind of anger that flares up when I see injustice happening. And what I just saw feels like an injustice against Beckham Knight.

Andromeda Sterling appears on the ground floor, making her way to the back hallway with the restrooms.

I follow her—John’s words to get close to someone in Beckham Knight’s party ringing through my ears.

The hallway is empty.

Which means when she reappears, it’s just the two of us.

Her eyes, dark with smoky makeup, widen when she sees me.

“Andromeda Sterling,” I growl, unable to keep the disdain from my tone.

Great start, Cameron. Great fucking start.

“Hello?” she says, warily. Her chamomile tea scent, surprisingly soothing for an omega—most omega’s scents are incredibly sweet—turns bitter with fear.

Now that I’m closer, I can’t help but notice the way she sways a little on her heels.