Page 122 of Wanted Beta

“You’re not like your mother.”

He doesn’t look convinced by my assurance.

“She was my age when it started for her.”

He looks down and I use my hand to tilt his head back up so I can look him in the eyes.

The silver-blue color looks dark today, stormy and baleful.

“I’ve promised you before, if it starts, we’ll deal with it together, but that’s not what’s happening here, Arrow. I believe you saw someone out here, and if you felt he was another fated mate for us, then we have another fated mate out here in the city.”

“Your instincts are telling you that?” he asks, his gaze hopeful.

“Yes,” I lie, knowing it’s what he needs to hear to feel better.

I push aside the guilt the lie brings, focusing on my feelings for him instead.

He smiles gradually, his eyes brightening.

“It’s weird, though, right?”

“It’s a strange one, for sure.”

Jack opens the door and steps outside. “Well?”

“Well?” I ask, not sure what he’s asking.

“Could you see me from over there?”

“Oh. No. The glass is too dark.”

“Maybe he wasn’t staring at me,” Arrow says. “Maybe it just felt like it.”

“That means he was staring at the building,” Jack says. “Seems kind of creepy.”

“Unless … If Arrow could feel that he was ours, maybe he felt the same thing and he was trying to understand it.”

“Then that would make him an Omega, or an Alpha.”

“Or a Delta,” Arrow adds, drawing Jack a pointed look.

“We shouldn’t assume anything,” I tell them. “We can keep a look out for someone hanging around out here. Chances are, if he felt something, he’ll be back.”

“Right,” Arrow says, nodding. “That would make sense.”

He gasps. “Maybe he left because I rushed away to find you guys! I might have been too far away for him to sense anymore.”

“It’s possible,” I admit.

Jack nods. “When it comes to true mates, anything is possible.”

Chapter Fifty-Six

Beth

Ifeel like an emotional wreck as I follow Gio into the restaurant’s kitchen. I can’t believe I told him what happened with Marcus. It felt kind of freeing to unload, but at the same time I’m worried about how he’s going to see me now.

“I’m not usually this weepy.” I wipe at my damp eyes with my sleeve. “I just … I haven’t been sleeping that well, which you kind of already know, I guess.”

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