Page 33 of The Beta's Bargain

I could shout at him. I could sit and talk to him until I’m blue in the face, but Gray will be Gray. What was interesting is that Dylan ended up in there, too. Where the beta goes, our omega will follow, apparently.

But how do I make that stop? How do I make him stop looking at her and start looking at us?

And why can’t I stop imagining the beta riding Gray while our omega watches from the other side of the bed?

The view doesn’t give me the answers I need. I stand up and stalk through the penthouse.

Simon meets me on the ground floor. He’s dressed in the white and black uniform and carries it well. I check for creases but, with satisfaction, I note there are none. Simon’s hair is dark and carefully combed back. His blue eyes convey only the slightest interest. His face is a polite mask. Exactly as it ought to be. He’s much slimmer than I and much smaller than his older brother Adrian, but the Doctor and I don’t get along at all, our personalities are too similar. Simon suits me perfectly.

“How's it going?” I bark out. Yvette joins us, walking silently with a tablet in her arms.

“The event is going well. I’ve had three reports from the staff of inappropriate overtures from the guests. Several objects have been vandalised. But other than those normal teething problems, the event is going off as a success. The planned events and activities are all booked out. I’m seeing the formation of several mergers and alliances.”

“Fantastic. How are the staff?”

“We have a few standouts. A woman named Moira has formed a close friendship with an omega named Jade and has gone above and beyond to teach the girl confidence. Louis is getting along really well with Pack Michaels. Our chef fired two of her kitchen aids but says she doesn’t need them. The gardeners worked late last night to get the last beds weeded.”

“Good. Yvette?”

“Security is good. No problems with the press. We’ve had zero attempts to access the property, and it appears we’ve managed to keep the event under wraps.”

Yvette and Simon exchange a deep look with each other that only serves to irritate me.

“Sir, about the girl…” Yvette begins.

Simon swallows hard and glances away from me. I can see they are both scared, and they should be.

“What about her?” I growl.

“It’s just, I don’t know whether to replace her position with the omega-” Simon explains. “She’s not qualified to work for such an esteemed guest. I’m concerned. We’re concerned that it will look bad.”

“Not to mention how it’s coming across, a staff member sitting at your table, eating with you, sitting on your omegas lap,” Yvette adds hastily.

“No.” I bark. I won’t tolerate this line of conversation. “Am I not Treyfield?”

“Yes, sir.” They both say at once.

“Whatever I choose to allow, the storm will weather because we are Treyfield pack, and no one would dare question us.”

“No?” Simon queries. His face goes pale. “I mean, yes, of course, sir. You’re absolutely right.”

“Just leave the two of them to me.” I say grimly.

“Yes, sir,” Yvette says and looks down at her tablet.

“Yes, sir.” Simon breathes.

“How is the twin?” I ask instead.

“She is…” Simon’s normally impassive face twitches, “she’s.” He stops, and I stop with him, turning so we’re face to face. “She’s not making any friends with the omegas, and the attention that she is garnering isn’t the kind you’d want to encourage, sir. I’ve been wondering if we should intervene.”

“I’ll consider it.”

I walk around the resort with them, listening to the individual reports and adjusting my instructions. Silas normally handles the day to day running of the hotels, but I need something to do this morning. Something to keep me occupied. Keep my mind busy.

“All right, thank you, Simon. Keep me apprised of any issues.”

“Of course, sir.”

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