Page 53 of A Beta Protects

And I wait for her to tear herself out of my arms and walk away.

“Kira?”

A soft snore almost makes me smile. I kiss the top of her head, relieved she was asleep, but conscious this is something she needs to know, and I have to tell her.

Soon.

Even if it means I lose her.

17

KIRA

All conversation grinds to a halt and eyes swing my way the second I step foot into the kitchen.

I blush. Can’t help it. After what Dom and I did last night, and again in the shower before we dressed and came downstairs, it’s hard not to blush at all that focused attention.

Dom, a step behind me, gently nudges me forward with his hands on my shoulders. “Go on in, Kira.”

I suspect he does a bit of glaring because suddenly everyone decides now is the time to look at their plate. When I peer over my shoulder, Dom’s expression is serious but calm.

Dom is in a pair of black sweatpants and a T-shirt he pulled from his dresser, and I’m wearing one of the new midi dresses he bought for me, including the new lingerie he must have had Tricia pick out for me.

It was embarrassing to have so little that Dom felt like he needed to get me everything. He’d seen my red cheeks and said, “I couldn’t take care of you before, but I can now, and I want to.”

That was why a quick shower together had ended with him pinning me to the wall, extending it by at least ten minutes.

I sit down to eat, Dom pulling the chair out for me. Everyone is digging into their breakfast with gusto, but I can’t shake the sense they’re paying a lot more attention to me than their breakfast.

“That was some storm last night,” Rose says.

Galen is looking at my throat. He can’t see Dom’s bite because of the cut of my dress, but it’s like he knows Dom bit me. I blush again and sink down into my seat, embarrassed he knows exactly what we were doing last night. And this morning.

“Yep,” Jones agrees. “You’d have thought that?—”

“Dom. A word.” Galen shoves his chair back. His face is so stern that I forget all about my breakfast. It sounds like Dom is in trouble.

Which is weird, because that would mean Galen was his boss. I’d thought they were friends who lived together rather than, well, employer and employee. This makes me wonder.

“Is something wrong?” I lower my fork, frowning.

“Nothing is wrong,” Galen assures me, as he grips Dom’s shoulder and pulls him out of his seat before literally walking him out of the room.

Something is badly wrong for him to be dragging Dom out of the kitchen like that.

“Are you sure?—”

“He’s perfectly sure,” Sierra interrupts. “Maybe everyone could give us the room.”

Everyone clears the room in under thirty seconds, taking their plates with them.

I put down my fork, my appetite evaporating. “What is it?”

Sierra nudges her half-finished breakfast to one side. “Maybe we should talk.”

“About?”

“You and Dom.”

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