Page 4 of Rhythm Of Our Souls (Heartbreak Melody #3)

When the show is about to begin, I make my way to the VIP section. There are some places to sit, but I choose to stand off to the side, out of the way, but with a good view of the stage.

A grin twitches on my lips when I see the band step out. The whole crowd goes wild, screaming their names. It’s almost deafening.

The guys come out first, waving to the audience as they head to their positions.

Then a moment later, out walks Ally, and I swear, all the air in my lungs whooshes out. I’ve seen photos of her on the internet, never really paying much attention.

But now, in person, seeing her up on that stage with the lights shining down on her, she looks almost angelic.

She’s fucking beautiful with her sun-kissed skin, long, dark brown, curly hair, and a smile that lights up the whole room.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why are these thoughts coming to mind? This is going to be my boss.

“Hello, Chicago! We are Rage Against the Heart!” She greets the fans, and the sound of her voice goes right to my dick.

Okay, seriously, what is going on?

For the rest of the show, I try to listen and enjoy. But my mind is elsewhere. Like, why the fuck am I having these reactions, these thoughts, just from looking at someone?

After a half hour, I give up and leave the show, knowing there’s going to be more to enjoy in the future, and head to the green room.

I need a drink, something to take the edge off. Why am I so worked up?

A thought hits me, and I stop mid-pace. Could she... could she be my scent match? Is that why I have such a strong reaction to her without even being near her?

No. You only get that reaction when you smell your match for the first time. And I was far away from the stage, so I wouldn’t have been able to smell her.

She’s just a pretty Omega. That's it.

Nothing more.

It feels like hours before the concert is over, and I see the door to the green room open.

Skyler walks in, and all the worry I had before vanishes.

“Brother!” he cheers, blond hair all sweaty.

“Hey.” I laugh as he runs over and gives me the biggest bear hug.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he grunts, hugging me tight.

“Missed you too, little brother.” My throat clogs with emotion. I’m glad I said yes. I need to spend more time with him.

“Hey, old man,” Tyson says.

“Fuck off,” I laugh, giving him and Ryker a hug. “I’m only three years older than you.”

“You sure?” Ryker looks me over. “You look closer to forty-two than twenty-four.”

Grinning, I just flip him off.

“Ally, I want you to meet my older brother, Liam.” Skyler introduces, my attention shifting from Ryker over to the pretty Omega by the doorway.

Fucking hell, she’s even more stunning up close.

Warm brown eyes assess me. I swear I feel every hair on my body stand up, and I have to suppress a shiver.

Her stare warms my body, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from getting hard.

“Ally?” Skyler says her name. “You okay?”

She blinks a few times, as if she were in some sort of trance, flicking her attention from me over to my brother. “Yeah. Of course.” She clears her throat, takes a step forward, and I brace myself, wondering if this is it? Is she my scent match?

“Hi, I’m Ally.” She holds out her hand, only standing a couple of feet from me now.

Taking a slow, deep breath, I take in her peppermint cheesecake scent and wait a moment.

While she smells fucking amazing, and my cock really likes it, I know in my soul, she’s not my scent match.

And for some reason, I find myself overly disappointed.

If she’s not my match, then why the fuck do I feel this intensely strong pull towards her?

It doesn’t make sense.

I try not to let the disappointment show as I introduce myself. “Liam Cross,” my voice comes out deeper than I wanted.

Slowly, I raise my hand, taking her soft, warm one in mine.

The moment she touches me, it’s like there’s this electric current that rushes through my veins and right to the deepest part of my soul.

I’m unable to keep the flash of alarm from my eyes before I quickly pull my hand back.

“So.” She smiles. “Skyler says you might be interested in a new job?”

I look at my brother and glare at him before I finally nod. “Yeah. Looking to start over.”

“I get the feeling. So, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” She waves towards the couch.

“Sure.” I clear my throat, trying not to let my inner downward spiral show.

We sit and talk. And thank god I’m able to slip into my professional headspace for the interview. Did I have to find a spot on the wall, just next to her head, to focus on instead of her stunning eyes? Maybe. But the fact is, I made it through.

By the end of it, I’m practically rushing out of the room.

I’m starting in a few days. There are some things I need to take care of back home, and then, I need to pack up my belongings.

“Fuck!” I growl, pounding my fist against the shower wall as the water flows over my hot and flustered body.

My cock is so damn hard right now. I can’t stop thinking about how she smells, the way her lips look when she smiles, and that laugh; it’s more musical than her voice. And that woman can sing.

I’m screwed. I have no idea what’s going on. She’s not my mate. So why the hell is this happening?

I should call my brother up, tell him I can’t take this job.

But as soon as the thought pops into my head, I growl. I fucking growl . Because the thought of not seeing her again, not being around her, makes me mad.

“She’s not mine,” I groan, closing my eyes as I lean my head back against the wall, hand fisted around my cock.

Yet as I say the words, my heart can’t help but feel how wrong they sound.

This isn’t going to end well. Yet, I can’t bring myself to put a stop to it before it starts.

I’m screwed. Totally and royally fucked.