Alpha Oliver's POV
I was about to storm over there when I noticed him. Oscar. My brother.
What the hell was he doing here?
And more importantly… why had he taken off his mask in front of her?
The blonde on my lap was still talking, her fingers trailing along my chest, but I shoved her gently aside without looking at her. My entire focus locked on the scene across the room. As if sensing my stare, Oscar slowly turned his head in my direction. Our eyes met. Recognition flashed instantly.
Without hesitation, I spoke to him through telepathy.
"Do not cause a scene."
His eyebrow lifted slightly, amused. Across the room, Aurora turned her head—following Oscar's line of sight. For a split second, her eyes met mine.
Damn it.
