Kate

Keith, a twenty-year-old alpha vampire with snow-white hair and scarlet earrings, had never been interested in modern music. Too much emotion, too loud, too lively. But when his younger beta sister played Chris's new music video, an eighteen-year-old angel with purple hair and a halo, Keith froze. Keith grinned, baring his fangs. His red eyes flashed. "I wonder what his real scent is?" he whispered, touching the earring. Hidden beneath it was a small vial of pheromone blocker for vampires. It was wild.

He couldn't smell an omega. Only beta neutrality—and that was more irritating than if Chris had been an alpha. The singer's slender neck, exposed as he danced, his deep violet gaze cast into the camera, and that voice... Your Honor, Keith leaned forward, involuntarily. "You're not a beta," Keith realized, watching Chris deftly dodge the fans' hands on screen. Dominant omegas are good at hiding. But a vampire's gaze couldn't hide the tension in his muscles, the way he held his back, or the barely noticeable tremor when someone got too close.