“Your mom died when you were a teenager?” she sounds shocked.
“I was almost seventeen, but I looked older.”
“Well, Alphas usually do, I guess,” she murmurs. “That must have really sucked.”
She looks back ahead as the escalator gets to the ground floor.
Once she steps off, she waits for me to do the same.
“How did you cope?”
“I kind of knew it was coming,” I tell her as I reach her side. “My mom wasn’t a typical mother. I looked after her as much as I could, but when I was younger, I thought she was sick, not addicted to drugs. She was never happy while she was alive.”
“That’s awful.”
“It’s in the past now,” I remind her.
She looks at me curiously. “You’re so different to any guy I’ve ever met.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, knowing it’s not.
She sees me differently because we’re meant to be together.
If she were an Alpha, she’d know it instinctively.
If she were an Omega, she’d feel it too deeply to ignore.
As a Beta she’s attracted without knowing why.
“It’s good,” she says, smiling at me.
“Do you still have other places you need to be?”
She bites on her bottom lip, and I can tell she’s trying to find a reason to say yes.
My past might be messy, but it’s not going to stop us from getting together.
Hers, on the other hand …
“How bad was he?” I ask, making her gasp.
“How …”
“You mentioned you’ve had bad luck with men, so I figured there might be one that’s still on your mind. Am I wrong?”
“I bumped into him tonight, actually,” she says. “And, believe me, that’s the only reason he’s on my mind.”
“So, you don’t have other places you need to be tonight?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Where did you want to take me?”
I know exactly where I want to take her, but I need to be careful about this. It might not be a good idea to make her aware that she’s not just attracted to me because I’m an Alpha. At least not until she’s met the rest of my pack and started to catch feelings for them, too.
Outright telling someone they were fated to be yours sounds like a bad pick-up line.