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“What do we do about Gio?” I ask, knowing we can’t contact him.

Regret fills me when I look at my Alpha and I see the hurt and anger in his eyes before I even feel those emotions rising up inside him. Gio went too far this time. Whatever he’s out there doing, it’s keeping him separate from us as a pack.

“Whenever Gio decides to show up, I’ll leave him with you and Jack at The Terrace, and I’ll go out looking for Beth,” Enzo answers.

“What if he doesn’t?” The words slip past my lips without a second thought, and Enzo’s silence tells me everything I need to know.

Things can’t go on the way they have been.

Tonight, Gio wasn’t around when we needed him.

Enzo’s beyond ready to have a serious conversation with our lead Alpha.

Jack turns on the stairs, leaning against the rail as he looks back at us.

“Gio’s coming. Don’t worry about that. He never misses one of my gigs.”

He’s vaguely irritated, and I feel bad for causing that reaction.

“Sorry,” I murmur. “I was just wondering what we would do about Beth. That’s all.”

He nods slowly. “She’ll be there, too. So, you don’t have to worry about it.”

And he doesn’t think he has an Alpha side.

His certainty makes me feel better.

I give him a smile. “Okay.”

It’s easier to push back Enzo’s negative emotions when I focus on Jack’s clear, positive feelings.

Following Jack upstairs, I can tell he’s the one who’s trusting his instincts tonight.

Enzo’s too worried about everything to do the same.

As soon as I get a chance, I’ll help him to see that.

But, right now, we have a gig to get to.

Chapter Thirty-One

Beth

Why do all the hottest men show up when a girl’s supposed to be on a dating ban?

The suave Alpha in the designer suit completely took me by surprise when he asked me to hit the arcade with him, and my instinctive reaction to that kind of harmless invitation made me say yes without thinking.

Oh, who are you kidding, Beth? You would have had that same response if he’d told you he felt like stripping naked and smothering himself in honey, and would you like a taste?

Well, sure, because that definitely sounds like fun.

He smiles at me like he knows what I’m thinking. Considering I’m thinking how good he’d look naked and dripping with honey, he’s probably not far off.

I kind of hate that I’m attracted to him.

He’s not my type at all.

I guess that’s the Alpha magic rubbing off on me. Not that I’ve let him do that.

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