Page 1 of Bliss & Her Idols (Pack Bonds Omegaverse #10)

CHAPTER ONE

Coffee Knot Tea Coffee Shop, Haven

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“How did you discover your shocking exclusive that any rock star from the Idol pack who tells their dark secrets will be kicked out of the music industry and forced into a bond?” My Omega brother, Piper, quirks his pierced eyebrow.

Piper has wavy hair like me. Unlike my golden hair, however, his is silver. It contrasts against his sun blushed skin.

He’s handsome with sparkling midnight green eyes that are the same shade as mine are.

If we didn’t both wear steel bracelets with ‘ R ’s hanging from them like ugly charms, which mark us out as Reject Omegas, then we would have been courted by half the Alphas in the state, rather than still be single.

Alone.

Piper is shorter than I am but possesses twice the punk god energy.

His nails are painted silver, which matches his eyeshadow. A gorgeous, howling wolf tattoo is inked on his shoulder.

Our older Alpha brother, Chase, has the same tattoo on his chest. I have one too on the back of my neck. It’s underneath my hair like a secret waiting to be discovered by the Alpha who I finally allow to get close enough.

The Alpha who I trust to bite and bond me.

I haven’t allowed any to yet .

It’s a tradition in our Wolf pack to have the design tattooed on our eighteenth birthday.

In this small town of Haven, which is buried in lush forests at the base of a mountain in Virginia, we’re known as the Wolf Siblings .

And we are shunned as trash.

Outcasts.

The kids of criminals.

Being treated like that has made us as close as triplets. We are fiercely protective of each other.

My brothers are worried about the prejudice I face as America’s only Omega music journalist.

Normally, Omegas are only allowed to write fluff pieces in Omega specialist magazines about heat toys, perfume, or fashion.

Okay, sometimes I enjoy writing those too.

Especially the piece I wrote about testing and rating knotted dildoes.

Seriously, the toys are better than the real thing.

I’m desperate to prove, however, that I’m capable of proper investigative journalism as well. No magazine or newspaper has published an Omega’s piece like that before.

Betas are journalists.

Fuck that.

Can I inspire Omegas throughout the world that there’s no such thing as established roles, only the limits that they allow to be placed on themselves?

Every Omega has a chance to fly out of their cage.

My shoulders ache with exhaustion, as I wipe the crumbs and stains off the maple table. “Trying to find out all my secrets, Pip? I have sources.”

“This is the scoop of the century. Plus, this is about Jin, the hottest rock star in the world right now. He’s the male Taylor Swift, except he has an even tighter ass.

I mean, I’d bend him over in a second. Who wouldn’t?

He may play the cold, cocky bad boy on stage, but I bet in real life, he could be turned into my good boy . Come on, give me something.”

“Not until I have the evidence.”

“But I’m your baby brother. Don’t you love me?”

I laugh. “Those puppy dog eyes haven’t worked since you were six.”

“But I’m so cute.”

I laugh again, trying not to think about the image of Jin as a good boy .

But he would be my good boy…

I shift from foot to foot, as my muscles spasm.

It’s been a long twelve-hour shift in Coffee Knot Tea, the business that I run with Piper and Chase.

The coffee shop is unique because it truly only serves coffee to drink but of every variety and from all around the world.

Sometimes, Piper experiments, inventing new styles of coffee behind the glass counter at the back of the shop, where right now, he’s dancing and singing, rather than tidying up after our long day.

He gets easily distracted.

The counter is filled with pastries, cupcakes, and slices of fudge chocolate cake. We have a deal to buy them in from the bakery further down Bond Street, the Dough Knot.

I love the fact that the bakery is run by a brother and sister as well, an Omega and an Alpha.

I love even more that it’s the Omega, Candy, who is the star baker.

Piper’s dream is to be the first Omega to have a coffee named after him.

The only reason that the elite packs lower themselves to come into a business where Reject Omegas openly work is because Piper serves the best coffee in the state.

Who would have thought that coffee could be part of the revolution for Omega rights?

Alphas would reform anything in America for the chance to get a decent cup of coffee.

Moonlight shines through the glass front of the shop, which is finally closed to customers.

My nose wrinkles at the delicious, rich scent of coffee. It’s become the smell of pack.

Home.

Safety.

The room is small but cozy with half a dozen maple tables and chairs laid out in front of the counter. I smile at the wall behind me, which I painted with a glittering mural of dragons bursting out of cages.

It’s the copy of a painting, which was shown once on a vlog by my favorite rock star Idol, Jin.

Our pack divided the decoration of the shop between us. We took a wall each.

Chase painted the back wall with a howling silver wolf. Piper stuck holographic stars across the wall behind the counter in honor of the Idol who he supports, who is called Immortal.

Piper and I are as much rock fanatics as we are coffee ones.

I stretch out my arms, shaking the pain from them.

It’s not easy working two jobs — three, including my secret one.

None of my pack, however, are afraid of hard work.

“The music industry only allows Betas to become Idols,” I say.

“In fact, it’s almost impossible for other designations to become singers or musicians.

Those Betas are kept on ten year contracts that control them like servants.

The billionaire Idol pack, who run the music empire, don’t give interviews and keep the location of their estate a mystery.

Their NDAs with employees are crazy. I just knew that there was something dark underneath the music, money, and glamor. ”

Piper tilts his head. “Is your secret mission to rescue the most famous Idol rock star in the world actually your chance to bond with him?”

I flush.

Instantly, I’m overwhelmed by the image of a Beta with thick lashed brown eyes and long white hair like frost.

I suck in a sharp breath.

Jin.

The Beta Idol who I’ve seen in my dreams for nearly ten years now, since his career began.

Ten years of being haunted by his sinful voice.

Ten years of feeling drawn to him in a way that I don’t understand in every interview and vlog.

Ten years of sensing that this man, who is so impossibly beautiful that it hurts to look at, is mine .

Yet also, knowing that millions of Omegas, Betas, and Alphas feel the same about this celebrity.

And to him, I’m a nobody.

“Bullshit,” I splutter, not meeting Piper’s eye. “This is a rescue mission. A star like that wouldn’t be interested in a Reject.”

Piper smirks, reaching beneath the counter to drag out a tray and start to fill it with disposable takeaway cups. “Hey, I call it as I smell it. Omega to Omega, your pheromones are going wild, sis.”

My flush deepens.

Shit, busted because of my own pheromones.

Piper’s smirk deepens.

He continues to fill the tray with the same energy as he raps his metallic nailed fingers on the counter to the music, as if he’s been drinking the coffee all day long and not serving it.

The funny thing is that I’ve drunk more coffee than my brother has. Piper only drinks a single cup for breakfast.

He’s naturally hyper.

He ducks underneath the counter, gathering up the remaining pastries and adding them to the tray.

Piper has done this every evening, since we opened Coffee Knot Tea, when he was sixteen.

In a couple of minutes, Chase will join us to walk Piper through Haven with his drinks and pastries.

It’s not safe for an unbonded Omega to be out alone at night.

Chase lives across the street with his own pack, the Ferals. He’s only newly bonded, which is something that I never thought I’d see.

I definitely didn’t think that Chase would be safe in a pack bond. But it happened on a mission to take down the most deadly mafia boss in a cage fighting ring.

It’s strange, but Chase is the happiest that I’ve seen him.

Of course, I’m keeping a close eye on the rest of the pack to make sure my brother truly is safe. Especially on Harley, the mafia boss’ daughter. I gave her the shovel talk.

So far, however, they’re as fiercely protective of my brother as I am.

Sometimes, one of them even joins Chase and Piper on their nightly walk through Haven.

Piper passes out hot drinks and food to anyone who is homeless or simply looks hungry and wants something. He’s a well known sight now. Some people wait for him outside the coffee shop.

Piper is adamant about never missing an evening because he knows what it’s like to cry with hunger pains.

We all do.

After my dads were executed, when Piper was still in kindergarten and I was only fifteen, we lost everything.

Our pack had been wealthy and ran a business. It was devastating to lose my parents, the house, everything we owned…and my elite Omega status in a single day.

To be labeled as criminals.

Sobbing, I tried to hide my little brother behind me, but Alpha officials grabbed us both and pulled out our wrists to lock the steel Rej bracelets around them, which would mark us forever as Reject Omegas.

It didn’t matter that we were kids.

Our Omega dad had been executed as ‘rebellious’. The sin was passed on through the generations to his Omega children.

Because there are only two ways to be marked as a Reject:

Be rebellious

Be defective

The Traditional government chose to throw us away like trash before we’d even become adults. So, Piper and I chose to take it as a challenge to be as rebellious as we could.

Suck on that, Traditionals.

I refused to allow Piper to take that bracelet as the sign of shame that it was intended to be.

As the kids who bullied him every day at school sneered that it was.