Page 21 of The Beta's Bargain

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Grayson

Falcon calmly crosses his legs and sips at his coffee. That disaster that happened down in the grounds is still flashing through my mind. I’m not a monster. I can’t even with that beta. That she could think that we would…I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. Falcon said we needed to come back up here and regroup, rethink the situation, so that’s what we’ve been doing most of the day. I think I need to go and hurl my stomach contents up. I would never, ever hurt my omega. Here we are, curled up with our tails between our legs, licking our wounds at home instead of celebrating with him. FUCK! I just can’t get over their reactions!

“She doesn’t understand the situation.”

Our penthouse is lit with dim orange lights, and it bounces off the cream low couches and the thick white carpet. It’s intimate and perhaps romantic on any other night. Today, it’s just the only way we can face each other.

“I think it’s pretty damning.” I say to him and flick Silas a hard glare, too, just because. “We not only cornered him, but we orchestrated this entire event to force him to come back. Hell, we even tracked her down and brought her here under false pretenses.”

Falcon snarls and uncrosses his legs. “It’s different. We love him.”

“But we hurt him.” I point out. “We destroyed his trust.”

“Not we!” Silas spits and turns towards me, away from the window he’s been broodingly staring out of for the last few hours. “Not we. We didn’t do it.”

“I know,” I say weakly. “But he thinks we did, so we need to prove ourselves. Grand gestures and all that and win him back.”

“He might not love us anymore.” Falcon says calmly. “Has that occurred to you? He might choose another pack.”

The words send ice down my veins. “Don’t say that. We’re scent matches. We’ll never find another omega who will be as perfect for us as him. We can fix this.”

“Silas, any ideas?” Falcon asks tiredly.

Silas barks out a bitter laugh. “Ask the beta.” He snaps sarcastically.

The words fall between us and ring in my head. I frown and consider it. I sit up and throw myself across the space to kneel beside Falcon. “That might work.” I breathe, my stomach clenches, and I can’t get the silly grin off my face. “Holy shit, that might fucking work!”

“Excuse me?” Silas growls. He stalks towards us and stops. I can see the unsure frown, that insecurity poking through. Silas might be rough and cold, but he feels it more. His parents tried to turn him into a robot, but he’s got too much feeling inside him. It can’t be contained. He’s good and sensitive, and he just feels the world more. We just need to get him to come out of his shell.

The way he did with Dylan.

I stand up and pace the room. The white marble shines as I race into the kitchen and grab my tablet, bringing up the security feed of Dylan’s room. It is the only thing I know how to do on the stupid machine. She’s handing him a mug of something. When he doesn’t pick it up, she wraps his hands around it. It’s exactly what I’m talking about. I rewind the footage.

“Look!” I crow. I turn it around and show them. “She cares, and he trusts.” I say, and when they both stare at me, I rewind it and show them again. “She cares about him,” I enunciate slowly, “and he trusts her.”

Silas moves closer and stares at the screen. “How is this possible? When did they even meet? What has she done to win him over?”

“Who cares?” I shrug my shoulders happily. “This beta is our way in.”

“And? You think we can use her? Order her to help us?” Falcon frowns. “Seems unlikely.”

“She’s protected her omega sister all these years, and now she’s protecting him. I say that we ask her. Explain what happened and ask her to help us.”

“Ask?” Falcon’s brows drop into a forbidding frown. “She’d never go for it.”

“Why on Earth would she want that?” Silas snaps.

I look at my pack mates and seriously want to strangle them. How can they not understand this woman?

“Because she cares. She wants them to be happy.” I mumble. “Like I want Hazel to be happy. She’ll help us.”

“I don’t think she feels sisterly towards our omega, Gray.” Falcon snarls.

“No, but she does feel something towards him.” I retort. “She cares, and we can use that. Use her to get to him. To get him to listen to us.”

Falcon nods slowly. “Fine, we’ll speak to her tomorrow. Right now, I’m going to bed. I see no reason to be awake.”

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