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He pushes himself to his feet, snagging his bag with the book that’s driving me crazy and my empty lunch tray. “I’ve bothered you long enough today.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that isn’t true. He never bothers me. I like having him around. But that admission would be stepping on a slippery slope.

He’s reaching for the door to open it when I say, “You’re not just a beta.”

He stops. “Funny thing is, not everyone thinks the way you do. Only omegas and alphas matter in this world. Get some rest now.”

And he slips out.

Sadie saw being a beta as a blank slate to carving out the life she wanted. Vaughn’s designation is something that some women use to measure him against Garrison and Blaine and he must always come up lacking for him to sound so bitter.

I never imagined what it would be like to be a beta in a pack with two alphas.

Now I do.

I think of being overlooked, nudged aside, treated as too ordinary, too not enough that a woman would sleep with you to get to the alphas she secretly wanted more.

And I think if I’d been there that morning, there’s no question that the door would have hit her on the way out.

I’d have made damned sure of it.

Chapter 27

Resa

This morning, I have my appointment with Isaura, Sadie’s OB-GYN friend.

So this morning is, to put it mildly, terrifying.

As I brush my teeth and shower, dressing in more brand-new designer clothes that keep appearing every time I turn around, I think about Sadie.

About how Sadie was thorough with my examination, and she even did a scan. It was easy to believe that everything was okay.

But now I’m about to see a specialist. If anyone is going to know for real, real, it’s Isaura.

What if she sees something that Sadie missed? What if something is still wrong and I just don’t know it?

All my thoughts tumble out of my head the second I step out of the bedroom because a certain beta is flat on my bed, ankles crossed, juggling those throwing stars. I swear my heart stops for three seconds.

“You ready?” he calls out.

I hadn’t wanted to speak in case I distracted him and killed him.

“What are you doing?” I whisper. Yes, I whisper it. I don’t want Vaughn to die.

“What does it look like? Trying to impress you. Is it working?”

“No.” I grip the bathroom door handle as I ask myself how likely it is Garrison will blame me if he walks in and finds Vaughn dead on my bed.

“If I close my eyes?” His eyelashes flutter.

I suck in a breath, rushing over. “Don’t!”

He catches all three stars and grins at me.

I glare at him. “What is wrong with you?”

“You looked real worried, bloodthirsty omega.”

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