Page 94 of Wanted Beta

“Makes sense,” she murmurs, before she gives me a smile. “I’m guessing we’re waiting for them. We’ll pass the restaurant to get to my … well, it’s my sister’s place, actually. I’m just staying there for now. Long story.”

“I’ve got time,” I assure her.

“By long, I meant boring,” she adds quickly. “Repairs are being done on my dorm room, basically.”

“So, you’re a student.”

“Yup,” she confirms, her gaze moving to my right.

The relieved look she gets makes me wonder what she doesn’t want me to know about.

“Your pack brothers are on their way over,” she tells me.

Right, and we get to walk with them, which makes it even easier for her to let the conversation die.

I turn and she lets go of my hand as if she just realized she was still holding it.

Damn. I’m guessing her stay with her sister is about more than dorm room repairs, but I doubt she’ll give any details while we’re walking back toward the restaurant with my pack.

Jack stops when he gets to us, leaving Enzo trailing behind with Arrow.

“Hey,” he says, looking from me to Beth. “Do you guys’ mind if I walk with you?”

“Of course not,” Beth tells him, before I can open my mouth.

Oh, she’s definitely relieved about his presence.

I just hope he takes a hint and waits for me at the restaurant when I ask him to.

Beth might like us both, but I don’t want to do anything that might push her back.

Jack wasn’t around when I was talking to Enzo about taking things slow with our new mate.

Hopefully, Enzo filled him in while they were backstage.

And hopefully, he listened.

If there’s one thing Jack is bad at, it’s following instructions.

It’s one of the reasons Arrow refers to him as a Delta.

There’s no official legal definition for someone who’s half Alpha, half Beta, but Arrow insists it’s a real sub-type that the government don’t want to have to deal with, hence why Delta isn’t legally recognized as a designation.

He’s not wrong that Jack has some Alpha qualities.

It’s the single most frustrating thing about him.

He smiles at me, and I reach out to lift his hair back from his eye.

“Mio dio,” I murmur. “Don’t tell me that doesn’t hurt.”

He shrugs, and I hear Beth gasp softly beside me.

It’s bad. The skin around his eye is swollen and the purple-red bruising is painful to look at.

I’ve seen worse, but not on one of my mates.

“It looks worse than it feels,” he tells me. “But maybe you should keep a lookout for the guy while I walk with Beth. You know, just in case he’s lurking around near the restaurant, waiting for us to come back, or whatever.”

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