Mars spits the ice out, and it bounces onto my lap.
I raise my eyebrow. “Yuck.”
“You revealed what you are?” Mars’ eyes are wide and panicked.
“I thought that Rosa had murdered you.” The ice is melting on my trousers in what is probably an embarrassing wet patch, but I have bigger problems. “How would you react if you’d seen me die in front of you?”
Mars’ expression softens. “Fuck.”
“One of the great thinkers.”
“Almost like I’ve been stabbed. Why doesn’t it hurt more?”
“That’ll be the drugs.”
“Hmm.” Mars’ brow furrows. “What did it feel like? Your powers? Was it amazing?”
Only my brother would sayamazing, rather thancursed,freakish, orwrong.
My eyes gleam. “Like I could conquer the fucking world.”
“You’re incredible. You shouldn’t be hidden away. When I’m Chief Alpha, you won’t be. Are they dead?”
I shake my head, surprised. “Because I thought you wouldn’t want them to be.”
Perhaps, my brother is more of a badass than I thought.
Mars’ eyes glitter. “Tell me that you at least made Damio beg.”
I meet Mars’ vicious grin with my own. “He couldn’t even talk. And the news is saying that there was a pheromone terrorist attack on the casino, although the Billionaires are trying to minimize the situation by putting out that it was a gas leak. Either way, it’s a serious knock to both their business and reputation.”
“Good.” Mars’ expression becomes pained. “Because they rejected and humiliated me. They would have kidnapped me, forcing me into a bond that stole my status and pride. Maybe I’m not meant to be loved after all.”
It breaks my heart that those fuckers have made my brother doubt pack bonds.
Idon’t believe in them but I didn’t want his idolism destroyed in such a brutal way.
When the bedroom door swings open, I leap to my feet protectively in front of the bed.
I slide my hand toward my gun.
“Don’t shoot,” Nico jokes.
I relax, dropping my hand away from my pistol.
My Omega Dad limps into the room, awkwardly carrying a tray of chicken broth.
Nico is a tiny Omega with golden, wavy hair and hazel eyes. His features are stunningly pretty. He is over a decade younger than Fiorella.
Nico is dressed in plain black joggers and too thin red T-shirt for this cold day. Unlike my sister, who dresses her Omega up like a toy in fancy clothes, Fiorella has never given anything finer than secondhand clothes from the Betas in the pack to her Omega.
The difference is that Elio is an elite Omega, whereas Nico has a steel Rej bracelet dangling from his wrist.
A twistedRhangs like an ugly charm from the bracelet. It marks Nico out as a Reject Omega.
There are two reasons to be marked as a Rej.
