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“We need to know what happened with Beth.”

“I broke up with her. I had my reasons, and they’re better left buried.”

Arrow looks disappointed. “You must have known you were true mates.”

“I knew. From the moment I saw her, I knew.”

“And yet you hurt her anyway," I snap. "We don’t need you in our lives.”

What’s the point of a fated mate bond if one of the partners is incapable of honoring that bond the way it’s meant to be honored?

There’s no sense in it. I won’t let anyone hurt my mates.

I just wish I’d been aware of what was happening back here before he could start claiming my Omega as his mate.

Arrow is quiet as I lead the intruder out of our place.

The guy doesn’t say another word.

He walks away when I let go of his arm in the alley.

I really hope that’s the last we'll see of him, but, somehow, I doubt it will be.

Chapter Eighty

Arrow

Rourke is hiding something, I know he is. I just don’t know what it is, and if Gio makes him leave, I might never get to find out. Still, I don’t move from the pantry when my lead Alpha takes Rourke by the arm and hauls him out into the kitchen.

I know Gio feels the need to protect me.

He’s doing his job as my Alpha.

I’m a little mad at Rourke, but I also have to take some responsibility for jumping in with both feet the second I felt his presence outside. It’s not like regular, honest people hang around in alleys, or on fire escapes, typically.

He was lurking around, probably looking for a way to get inside.

I should have at least wondered why.

Truth is, I didn’t, because I knew he was meant to be my true mate and, in that moment, nothing else mattered.

I let my feelings dictate my actions.

Some see that as a weakness, unique to Omegas.

I see it as a strength. It felt right, so I don’t regret one minute of it.

He’s meant to be with me. He’s supposed to be here with all of us.

The pantry door opens and Gio looks in on me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concern in his eyes.

He’s still angry and confused, but more than anything he’s worried about me.

“I’m good. I was just thinking.”

“Did he …”

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