But all eyes were on Chloé Laurent. The talk of the town. She’s the hottest Omega right now, and no one can seem to stop talking about her.
“Hey, Sprout,” I say as I reach her side.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t call me sprout.”
I ruffle her head and she gripes, grabbing her comb to fix the flyways. Henry wanted to come too, but we both decided that it was best he stayed home and watched the ball on TV.
Our brother is a famous actor. Orwas...He hasn’t acted in anything for a while. Not since the whole blowout with Vivienne.
We didn’t want the press focusing on Henry rather than Judith. It’s her big night. It should all be about her.
“You did wonderful tonight.”
Judith rolls her dusky blue eyes again. We all have the same dusky blue. “Please, I was a disaster. I could barely walk straight. I doubt any Alpha even saw me.”
A growl starts in my chest. Judith tosses me a look. “Oh, relax, bro. I’m going to have to become some Alpha’s Omega one day. That’s just the way it is.”
Not if I have anything to do about it. No man will have my sister. It’s one of the reasons I have never been interested in seeking an Omega of my own.
That Omega could be someone’s baby sister...
But she's all grown up now. Hardly a child. It only seems like yesterday when she was into unicorns and all things horse related. I even got her a pony for her sixth birthday.
A quiet settles between us. Sounds continue around us, and Omegas really can be a loud bunch. They won’t stop squealing. Several did when they recognized me.
I bet they won’t ignore my sister once they realize who she’s related to. Not that Judith ever cared about being popular. She would rather spend her days listening to heavy metal than pop. I could tell it was painful for her to slip into that pretty white dress.
Judith prefers black. She also hates smiling, and I bet it hurt when she had to show her teeth.
When did my sister become Wednesday Addams? She would balk if I got her a pony now. Unless it was ablackpony that was leading a funeral carriage...
I sigh. “Do you wantto become some Alpha’s Omega?”
Judith glances across the room. Her eyes find the photographer taking several snapshots of a group of Omegas. I think they’re the same group who tormented her.
The photographer is an Alpha, and my stomach turns when he licks his lips in hunger.
Judith shrugs. “What else is there for an Omega to do? I’m never going to be president or ruler of my own country...”
I smirk. “Pray tell, little sis... do youwantto become president?”
Judith scrubs away her makeup with a wet wipe. It’s not the usual black she often wears. “I don’t know. I could be. But alas, I’m expected to be a homemaker and a baby making machine until the day I die...”
She says the last part a little too loudly, and two Omegas glance our way. They move to another part of the room, and I have to hand it to my sister. She really knows how to make friends.
“You don’t have to be any of those things. Your designation doesn’t determine your life. You do.”
Judith lifts the wipe she just used to clean her face, grimacing in disgust. “It’s like it’salive... creepy...”
She’s referring to the perfect imitation of her face on the wipe. There are her eyes and lips, and I have to agree. It is pretty creepy.
She smirks at me. “I think I found my mask for next Halloween.”
I roll my eyes. “Judith. Don’t change the subject. I just want you to know that whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”
My sister looks at me now, and there’s no missing the shine in her eyes. She didn’t even want to go to Blossoms. She wanted to go to an ordinary college where she could learn art, but our parents insisted that she got all the Omega training that she needed in order to thrive.
“Thanks, Alex. It means a lot.”