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I’ll have to speak to them. It’s probably why Arrow’s perfume’s been lighter lately.

If an Omega isn’t properly taken care of, their perfume can fade away.

That’s exactly what’s been happening, and I couldn’t figure out why.

Enzo and Gio weren’t worried about it when I spoke to them before, and I thought they knew best considering they were with Arrow for a while before I met them.

Now, I’m not so sure.

An Alpha’s instincts are supposed to be infallible, but they both let this get past them.

“I’ll think of something,” I promise him as I take the seat beside him.

“You will?” he asks, sounding hopeful.

I put my arm around him. “Don’t worry about it. Watch your show. I’ll work on it while you do.”

He rests his head against my shoulder, and I stare at the TV as he finds the channel he wants.

I’ll talk to Gio tonight, and he can tell Enzo in the morning.

They’re both going to have to step things up tomorrow.

It’s my day with Beth, and I expect them to take extra special care of our Omega while I’m with her. If Arrow’s perfume comes back stronger, I’ll know they’ve done what they’re supposed to do. And if it doesn’t, then I’ll just have to take charge of things for a while.

Arrow might be right about me. I think I have a little bit of Alpha inside me.

I’m his Delta, and I’ll take care of him.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Beth

Despite the unexpected visit from my ex, my late afternoon planning session went well, and I actually convinced Catherine to order dinner from a local Mexican restaurant. She picked a salad, but it looked way more appetising than the stuff she usually has, so I didn’t bug her to eat more, I just accidentally dropped a few tortilla chips onto her plate, which she ate absently due to being hideously hungover.

A few hours lounging around watching TV after that and I was beyond ready to crawl into bed.

I’ll admit, I thought about peeking through the drapes, but considering I’d have to tell my sister what happened if I seriously wanted to call the cops, I hesitated.

Ultimately, I decided it was better not to know.

It would be different if I thought he’d try to smash the window, or break the lock to get inside, but it’s not like he was trying to get my attention out there.

He was basically lurking. Creepy, but not exactly dangerous.

I get up after ten a.m., and I don’t bother to open the drapes.

It still feels better not to know.

Maybe that’s just because I don’t want to think about him.

He’s a relic from my past. He’s not supposed to be here.

So, I push him out of my thoughts, and I get ready for my first day as a business consultant.

My wrists look much better after yesterday.

The one I was scratching is still a little red in places but other than that it doesn’t look too bad.

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