Page 25 of Wanted Beta

Oh, I definitely shouldn’t hit on him.

There’s just something about men who bring me food that gets me all fired up.

If that already incredibly hot guy also brings me pizza, I might be convinced to ask him out, and that’s the last thing I should even think about doing right now.

There’s no way a guy that good-looking isn’t a fuckboy, at best.

I might not have been laid in over a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m desperate enough to go to bed with someone who’s constantly scrolling EveryBeta looking for new matches.

I take my first bite of the candy bar, and I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the clerk at the cash register, who’s giving me a disapproving stare now that his cleared throat got my attention.

“Are you going to pay for that?” he asks.

My face flushes as I nod. I chew and swallow quickly.

“Sorry,” I murmur, as I take a ten out of my purse and pass it over.

By the time I’m stuffing my change into my pocket and leaving the store, there’s no trace of the pizza place guy outside, but my sister’s waiting by the side of the door with an impatient look on her face.

“What took so long?” Catherine asks, as I wave the flyer at her.

She takes it out of my hands and groans. “Don’t tell me you want pizza for lunch …”

“I don’t. A guy who works there was bugging the clerk to put his flyers out for customers or something. That’s what took so long.”

“Okay, well, let’s head over to the mall. We can grab lunch at the food court so you can carbo-load while I eat something less heavy.”

I take the flyer back, folding it up and putting it into my back pocket.

I’m only thinking about going back there for more pizza, not for the devastatingly handsome fuckboy who may or may not be a waiter.

It’s a completely innocent food-related desire, for sure.

It has nothing to do with anything but pizza.

Nothing whatsoever.

Chapter Nine

Jack

Well, that was weird, and I don’t quite know what to do with it. Finding someone attractive doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s not like I walk around the city with my eyes closed now that I’m happily mated. I can admit when someone’s looking good. It doesn’t mean I want something from them.

My mates mean everything to me. I would never ruin that over a passing fancy.

I’ve never once been tempted to stray.

Not for one single moment in time.

So, why can’t you forget about the cute blonde from the store?

It’s not like we even really talked. I just felt something when I looked at her.

I can’t explain what that something was, exactly.

If I was an Omega, it would probably just mean I picked up on something she was feeling, but I’m not, and I’m not sure I believe the conspiracy theory that there are more designations than society allows us to think there are.

Arrow is convinced I’m a Delta, which is apparently part Alpha, part Beta.

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