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Another Alpha.

This Alpha.

Fuck my life.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Gio

It’s not always obvious when my instincts lead me to make a mistake, and I knew this decision had that potential, but I still decided to introduce Beth to my pack brothers.

It would have hurt her more in the long run if I had courted her without mentioning them.

She’s got scars from the past. Trust is going to be an issue.

Staying honest is going to be the best way to deal with that.

Even if the truth might scare her.

“This is Enzo, and this is Arrow. They’re my family, my pack brothers.” I turn to her, and find she’s staring at my brothers, her bright eyes wide and a little wild.

She’s going to run. I can see it in her stare.

I lean in, taking them out of her sight and assuring her, “It’s okay. We can take things slow. I’m not trying to rush you. I just didn’t want to lie to you about who I am.”

She’s breathing fast as I move back and cup her face in my hands.

Her bright eyes meet mine, and I can see how full of emotion she is.

“Whoever he was, he didn’t deserve you. Not for one moment. Il mio angioletto.”

She blinks and focuses, a wry smile twisting her lips. “Who are you? And what did you just call me?”

“Call you?” I ask.

“You said something in Italian.”

I smile. “Ah, si. I did. It just means you are an angel.”

“I’m definitely not an angel,” she says, laughing lightly.

“You are sweet like an angel,” I argue, pleased that she no longer seems to want to rush away from me, from us.

I can hear Enzo and Arrow talking while I look our new mate over.

I’m tempted to see what those soft pink lips feel like against mine, to steal a kiss so she knows this is something real that she’s feeling. There’s nothing quite like physical contact to show that mates have undeniable chemistry that cannot be ignored.

I know she feels something, or she would not be standing here.

So, I drop my hands to her hands.

“If you want me to take you home, I will. But not without getting your number.”

“My number?” she sounds a little dazed, and there is a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“If you want to be taken home, I need to be able to call you,” I explain.

“Oh,” she says, nodding. “My number. Right.”

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