Page 62 of Hidden Fates

I melt against him, his hands on my waist and my ass grinding against him as we move to the beat. Raising my hands, I wrap them around his neck and tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering closed as I lose myself in his basil and black suede scent and the heat of his body.

Sweat soaks my back when he finally pulls me back to the couch, waving to the members of Orbital Somatic as they make their way up toward us.

“Caleb. Good to see you, man.” Their drummer claps him on the shoulder, pulling him into one of those half-bro-hugs. He grins, but doesn’t approach me.

Which is smart because I can sense the possessive edge in my Alpha’s scent at their nearness.

“It’s nice to meet you officially. As this guy’s Omega and not just a badass singer.”

Giggling out a response, I let Caleb settle me on the couch beside him, his arm thrown around my shoulders. He presses water into my hands as he chats with his friends about the new bassist they brought in to replace him.

A twinge of guilt spikes through me knowing that Caleb left their band for me, but when he narrows his eyes on me, I swallow the feeling down. He’s promised several times that he doesn’t have any regrets over his decision, and I need to trust that he won’t change his mind later.

Especially now that Sterling is rewriting some of Shattered Horizons’ songs to include Caleb in their band.

“You seem better,” Matt says, tilting his beer toward Caleb, who nods in agreement.

“Breaking eight years of celibacy would do that to a man,” Lee snickers, knocking his elbow against Matt’s side.

Caleb splutters, his eyes wide and a flush creeping up his cheeks. I can’t hide my shock as my mouth gapes. Is he saying Caleb hasn’t… Heat floods my body, burning with a possessive need from the embarrassment and honesty burning in my Alpha’s steel-blue eyes.

No one else has touched him.

Tasted him.

Felt him buried knot-deep inside of them.

Oh Fates. I shift on my seat as slick leaks from my core, thick with the need to claim him that rages through every fiber of my being. Something feral ignites deep inside me.

His eyes roll back before pinning on me, the same wild desire I feel reflected at me.

Joey, Matt, and Lee laugh and talk, oblivious to the spark they’ve ignited between us. I can barely hear them over my heart pounding in my chest.

My body sways, leaning toward Caleb without thought. His breath catches, a half-groan ripping from his throat.

“Well, look who it is.” someone claps, and the tension fizzles out.

Lee is wide-eyed and slightly nervous as their manager, Bea, smirks down at them. The maniacal twist to her lips softens when she spots me and Caleb. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Here you go, butterfly.” A tattoo-covered Alpha with teal hair hands her a sparkly pink drink, one of his arms coming to wrap around her waist.

He tips his head toward us, his eyes crinkling slightly.

“This is Orion, one of my Alphas.”

His name catches in my head, a niggling sense of familiarity making my head tilt. Caleb leans over, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “He’s the original singer from Shattered Horizons.”

My jaw drops. “It is so wonderful to meet you.” A million questions run through my head, history from his time with Emmett that I want to learn, but I bite them back. He might not want to relive those moments when such a devastating loss followed them.

“You too,” Orion mumbles. “I heard your pack moved to New York.” When I admit they did, he shifts, radiating uncertainty. “I’ll have to reach out to Emmett. Catching up with him would be nice.”

The awkwardness between us breaks when another Omega joins them. Her long hair fades from black to light purple, and she lights up at something the Alpha wrapped around her says. It takes a moment for me to recognize her, but excitement bubbles in my chest when I do.

That’s Omen Powell. The photographer responsible for the incredible shots of Caleb and Orbital Somatic from their tour last summer. I still have several of them saved to my phone because they were that good. She manages to capture so much emotion; it’s breathtaking.

And hot as hell.

I really want her to work with my mates.