Page 145 of Wanted Beta

I stop what I’m doing and take a deep breath. This is it. I’m about to find out if I was right when I argued that we should tell her the whole truth.

“We’re mated,” I confirm, not seeing any surprise in her expression. “Arrow and I are mated to G and Enzo, too.”

Still no surprise, but she’s starting to frown.

“So, then, why would you and Gio …” she starts.

“You’re our true mate, too,” I confess, silently praying that I haven’t just messed up by telling her.

She was going to work it out, anyway. She’s too smart not to.

There’s a flash of something in her eyes. It sparks up and fades out quickly.

“That’s not funny,” she tells me, sounding hurt.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny,” I assure her. “We all feel it. We know it.”

“I think I’m done for the day.”

My stomach sinks. She’s serious.

That cold tone in her voice is real.

I’ve upset her by revealing the one thing my Alphas told me not to reveal.

Shit! I’ve fucked up, and I don’t know how to undo what I just did.

I said it. It’s out there. And she really didn’t like it.

There’s no way to take it back.

“Don’t leave. I’m sorry,” I try, not understanding.

“I don’t like being messed around,” she says, her voice still laced with that frosty tone.

“I wasn’t trying to do that.”

She takes in a deep breath. “I can’t be here right now.”

“Okay. I’ll …”

She holds a hand up and shakes her head.

The rest of the words die on my tongue.

She doesn’t want to hear them.

“I’ll walk myself home.”

I watch helplessly as she weaves her way through the new layout of tables toward the reception area. She’s striding forward at a quickened pace, and she’s about to leave the building without an escort.

I don’t know what the hell to do, but I have to do something. There’s no denying that.

I stumble toward the kitchen, bumping into a couple of the newly moved tables on the way.

The layout might be better, but I haven’t gotten used to it yet.

“Enzo!” I call out. “Lorenzo!”

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