Page 14 of Wanted Beta

We’re both in little black dresses, but hers is hidden a bit under a cream cardigan, and her shoes are flat as usual which makes us look like we’re around the same height. She has that hidden hotness vibe that clearly gorgeous girls in movies have before their makeover montage.

A little bit of confidence is all that’s missing with Carla.

I can hear the popular girls exiting their car now.

Ugh. I hope we get inside before they get up here.

Letting go of my friends’ arms, I use the old-fashioned door knocker.

Wow. It’s heavy, and it’s loud.

I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s Rourke who pulls the door open.

And, double-wow, he’s even hotter up close than I thought he was from afar.

Those come-to-bed eyes have seriously devastating powers, and that sexy little smirk his lips form into …

He leans forward, his gaze drifting over our heads for a second, then he moves back, pulling the door open wider. “Quick, get in before the bitch squad realizes I’m home.”

Annie snorts in surprise and I smile back at him as I take the invitation to step inside. It’s kind of dark in the hallway. There are lights on in another room, but none out here for some reason.

“So, where’s the party?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “Because this is feeling more like a weird horror movie trap right now.”

He laughs. It’s a seriously dirty sound and I have no idea how he does that.

Everything he does is so damn sexy.

“I’m trying to be discrete about this,” he admits. “My parents might kill me if they find out I had a party.”

I’m a little surprised by that, and I can tell my friends are, too. Well, he might be hot and rich, but he’s still only seventeen like the rest of us, I guess. Even Alphas have to deal with curfews and homework.

He closes the door, and his gaze moves straight back to me.

He takes a step closer, and my stomach fills up with butterflies.

His arm slips around my waist. “This way to the massacre … I mean party.”

“Ha ha,” I murmur, knowing my cheeks are flushing with color.

How can it feel so good to have his arm around me?

Are Alpha arms that much better than Beta arms?

The couple of random dates I’ve been on in the last year were just seriously awkward, and any touching felt like a mandatory obligation for the situation. It didn’t feel like this.

The butterflies in my stomach multiply as he walks me down the dark hallway.

The source of light is coming from the kitchen.

He leads me inside and drops his arm.

Damn. I was just getting used that.

“There’s food and drink on the table,” he says, as he moves a hand through his hair. “Everyone’s sitting out back.”

The sound of the door knocker makes him groan.

“Do I have to let them in?”

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