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Istare at the photograph of Thomas that Lincoln is holding up on his iPhone.
Why does he have to look so gorgeous?
Thomas is standing in a sun drenched, manicured garden in front of the sweeping steps of a mansion. To my surprise, a slender peacock is perched on the steps with its iridescent tail spread wide.
The light makes Thomas’ hair glow like flames. Yet his skin is as pale as snow.
He’s commanding and beautiful.
For a long moment, I can’t look away.
I remember why I spent everything in my savings — am risking my future — for this Alpha.
“You understand why I choked on my coffee, when this photograph appeared at the top of my new contract.” Lincoln arches his brow. “I don’t see the bastard since high school, then I’m sitting there studying for my advanced close protection first aid course and I get this on my phone. You know how some people are pretty when they’re young but sort of glow up into themselves? Well, Tom’s a bad Alpha but he should be a fucking model.”
I scrunch up my nose, uncomfortable.
With difficulty, I shift around on the floor onto my knees to face Lincoln. “Don’t call him a bad Alpha.”
Lincoln’s face becomes shuttered. “He is bad.”
“We don’t choose what pack we’re born into. Hell, you and I know that more than most. Tom didn’t choose to be a Saint, no more than you chose to be a West or me a Snake.”
I reach to caress over Lincoln’s snake earring, lingering on the sensitive place behind his ear, which makes his breath hitch.
Got him.
To my relief, Lincoln’s expression gentles, as he glances back at his phone. “Tom still looks like he could freeze you into an ice statue with that Medusa stare of his. But fuck, I never could look away from those aquamarine eyes of his, even to save my life.”
Lincoln never could. He used to believe that Thomas was his fated mate like me.
What a joke, huh?
A snake and a saint.
Lincoln’s contempt tinged rage at Thomas, however, makes something sick curl in my stomach.
What’s with the sudden change?
Thomas is my enemy as well. But I don’t want to hate him.
Could I ever hate him?
We were three kids thrown together at school.
Are we to blame for the actions of our parents? For their choices?
For the packs that we were born into?
None of us can rebel against our Head Alphas, right?
I gently push down Lincoln’s hand, which is holding the phone, forcing him to meet my eyes instead. “So, Tom is your new boss. You can’t hold onto old grudges.”
Lincoln’s gaze darkens. “I’ve learned the hard way over the last three years how to hide how I’m really feeling. I’ll call him sir and act the good Beta. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not imagining him being the one on his knees calling me sir.”
I gape at him, as my cheeks redden. “Link!”
He smirks. “What? Don’t tell me that you never imagined it?”
