Page 60 of Met Your Mate

"So, Beckett," she continues, like she's going down the list of all the things she wants to talk about.

Clearly avoiding talking about herself.

"So, Remy?" I challenge with a raised brow.

Kate groans. "Touché."

Seems we both aren't ready to talk about the new men in our lives. But I guess we have time. Those topics might be best discussed on a beach or over a cup of coffee.

Chapter Forty-Eight

ELLIOTT

The downside of taking an OPS private jet is the fact that I can't hide away in the shadows. Another is I can literally feel the tension radiating off of everyone.

Beckett looks like he's about to throw up, while also sneaking glances at Freya. She's doing the same, peeking at her twin from beneath her lashes. Ultimately though, the two of them haven't spoken.

I'm strictly on my omega’s side with this one. I don't know how she feels, so I'm just going to keep my mind and opinions open as she navigates the new territory of having a brother.

I don't know if I was the only one that was skeptical when he blurted the admission out, but after taking into account their looks and behavior with each other, I decided to have an open mind.

Not only that, but Freya seems to agree with Beckett, not questioning or denying his claims. Her omega knows, she said. Fine by me as long as he's not a dick to my girl.

My initial opinion of the guy hasn't been the greatest. Honestly, he's a bit of an ass. On the other hand, though, I wasn't my best self in captivity either, so I would hope the brother of my mate doesn't judge me too harshly.

Then there's Remy, who not only demanded he be included in our safe house move, but declared he would keep an eye on our two packs. His parents eyed him a bit for his bossiness, but granted his leave and protection of his omega. There will be other agents staying near us, but life should be pretty quiet out there.

Unfortunately, Remy’s plans of living with his fated pack he isn't bonded to is creating its own tension in the intimate space of the plane. Not only is it obvious that he and Kate are tiptoeing around each other, but Nick is another factor.

From what I've gathered, Nick has been the pack lead since he's more dominant than Beckett. They had years, fucked up years, but years to settle into their dynamics. Not only is everything changing, but I'm pretty sure Remy might be a bit more dominant than their pack's dark-skinned alpha.

It's setting me on edge but having Casey resting his head on my shoulder for the past few hours and seeing Freya across from me snuggled under one of her blankets with one of her many new books helps settle me.

"Do you need anything, sweetheart?" Lucas asks our omega for the hundredth time.

The anxiety radiating through the plane is setting off his instincts, too. Ronan hasn't stopped scanning everyone and everything. We're all affected by the oddities of our situation; it's just coming out differently.

Freya shakes her head, whispering, "Thanks, though."

Her book steals her attention once again. Lucas frowns down at his lap where his hands fidget with the edges of Freya's blanket.

I know what he's feeling. It's a mixture of worry and helplessness.

Freya's been like this since she woke up in the hospital. She borders on shyness and avoidance when it comes to us. I've had a hard time understanding some of her behavior, and I don't think I'm alone in my confusion.

When it was time to head out this morning, Freya was still in her robe. It wasn't our greatest moment; Lucas, Ronan and I just stood there frowning when she wouldn't get dressed. Thankfully, Casey walked over and just chose an outfit for her since we were running late.

So dressed in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt Casey's mom brought for him, Freya walked out of the bathroom looking completely unsure what to do with herself.

I've also noticed she doesn't eat unless reminded to. Which I suppose makes sense with the scheduled meals for almost four years at the academy. Plus, she's far fucking thinner than she should be, so maybe she's just not hungry.

Fuck, I know nothing.

"Oh shit! Remy!" Ronan startles everyone.

Casey jolts and removes his head from my shoulder. "Christ," my beta murmurs, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"'Sup?" Remy responds a few seats away.

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