Page 89 of Wanted Beta

My gaze moves to Gio’s soaked mid-section to find his designer shirt now plastered to his skin.

“What do we do about this?” I ask, running a finger over the wet fabric.

He smiles back at me. “We enjoy the fact that I smell like your Alpha.”

“Well, I do enjoy how it looks,” I admit, though my perfume still seems to be muted.

Neither of my Alphas have brought that up since it started to happen.

I know I’m not imagining that. They’re just don’t want to risk making me feel bad about it.

“But maybe we shouldn’t have done it in front of Beth?” I ask, remembering the reason I stepped out of the booth and feeling vaguely mortified.

Our new mate must think I’m a nympho. I wouldn’t blame her if she did.

We’ve barely spoken to each other and yet she’s seen me in compromising situations with both of our Alphas now.

Gio laughs. “It’s fine. She’s sleeping.”

I blink at him. “What?”

When I turn around, I don’t see her, at least not straight away.

Enzo gives me a wry smile and I notice his arm is out.

I peer over the table and see her head is resting in his lap, her hand on his leg, while he strokes her shoulder. She’s actually asleep. She did need to rest, but I didn’t expect this.

“What happened?” I ask Enzo, as I move to slide back into the booth beside him.

“She couldn’t see the stage, so I told her to get closer. She fell asleep a minute later.”

I reach over and touch her fingertips lightly, trying to get a sense of how she’s feeling.

It’s harder to focus after what I just did with Gio.

I’m still blissed out, and the crowd’s enjoyment of the band is sustaining that state pretty easily.

“What are you getting?” Gio asks, as he moves around to her other side.

“Not much,” I admit, frowning.

“Could it be overwhelm?” Enzo doesn’t take his concerned gaze off her, not for one second.

“It’s possible,” I murmur in response.

“You mean from meeting all of us?” Gio asks.

“From everything,” Enzo goes on. “Meeting us earlier, running into her ex, meeting you and then finding out we’re all her mates. It’s a lot.”

“I guess it is,” Gio admits, though I can tell he’s about to add something we don’t know.

He has that vaguely guilty, pondering how to say it look on his face.

“What is it?” Enzo asks, his tone sharp.

“I didn’t get around to telling her we’re fated mates,” Gio admits. “I got the feeling it might scare her away.”

“She doesn’t know?” I ask, not sure how that’s possible.

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