Page 54 of Wanted Beta

This one is like something out of a painting.

Slender, with sharp cheekbones, he has flawless, dewy skin that’s so pale it’s practically snow-white, and silky, straight hair in the lightest blond shade I’ve ever seen in a natural color. If someone told me this guy was a fairy tale prince, I wouldn’t doubt them.

Not one little bit.

“Jack,” he says, taking me by surprise.

For a second, I’m about to say my own name in response, then I realize he’s talking to whoever he called on the phone. My skin warms and I look away, pressing my lips together tightly.

“Can you come down here and unlock the door please? Long story.”

No one casually introduces themselves while they’re in the middle of being knotted!

What the hell are you thinking, Beth?

Clearly, my brain is misfiring.

I’m a little flustered.

More than a little.

I feel like the big guy’s still staring at me.

While his cock is clearly inside his Omega.

Oh my God. This is so freaking awkward!

The sound of a door opening across the room makes me jump.

I’m already looking off to the left when someone comes from the darkness over there, walking quickly accompanied by the sound of jingling keys.

“So, what’s this … long story?”

“It’s you!” I gasp.

The hot guy from the store who looks like he belongs in a band slows to a stop before he reaches me. His gaze moves from the front desk to me, and he looks as shocked as I feel.

“I’m not a pervert!” I’m not sure why I feel the need to explain that. It just comes out. “This was an accident. I … They …”

He laughs. “It’s okay. If you can move to the left a bit, I’ll unlock the door for you.”

I let out a relieved sigh and I take a step out of his way. The inhale after the sigh gives me more of the Omega’s delicious scent, and I can’t help the moan that comes out of my mouth.

Could I embarrass myself much more?

Ugh. I feel like such a creep.

I clamp a hand over my mouth while the band guy checks through his keys.

He slots one into the hole and unlocks the door.

I manage to resist the urge to look back at the other two.

He holds the door for me, and I step outside.

To my surprise, he follows.

“Thanks,” I tell him.

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