Page 67 of Met Your Mate

Kate's eyes soften as she places a hand on my knee. "I know I don't understand, but I see you, Beckett. You're struggling without her?"

I nod, hesitantly, not wanting Kate to think I feel anything less for her. Unfortunately, I don't think I do a good job of hiding that fear through our bond.

"She's your twin, Beck. I, in no way, feel threatened. Freya's my friend too, remember, and I'm sure she needs to see you just as much," she says to soothe my worries.

Looking into her honest gaze, warmth fills my chest at the affection I see radiating back at me and through our bond.

"Ready?" she asks, grinning.

I nod, grab her hand, and pull her from the soft cushions.

"Hey, fuckers!" I yell, walking to the door with my omega in tow. "Your pissing contest won you a few hours alone to work your shit out." Both alphas look from me to our omega sliding her sandals on with surprise and confusion. "Wash the stank of tension out of the damn walls before we get back."

Before they can growl or question me, Kate and I are out the door. Her giggle is music to my ears as she skips down the steps.

"Is that what you had in mind?" I ask, chuckling at her giddiness.

Spinning on her heel, her short brown hair tickles her throat. My little spitfire bounds up to me, laying a big kiss on my cheek. "You were perfect!"

I preen. I swear I even purr a little as I try to grab her around the waist, but she slips out of my hold with a bratty glint in her eye.

"Let's go see my bestie!"

Then she's sprinting across the road, making my stomach lurch with bile at her recklessness.

Fuck, if Freya is half as wild as my omega, they are going to be the death of me.

Chapter Fifty-Two

FREYA

"No fucking way!"

I swear Casey doesn't even realize how much he just scared the ever-loving shit out of me. He just continues to stare at his cell phone with wide eyes.

"Cape Charles has the world’s most Instagrammable bookshop!" he all but screeches, fingers flying on the screen. "Oh my god, we have to go!"

I giggle, having only picked up on maybe three of the words that just flew out of his mouth. I won't admit the pitch of his voice made my head pound a little, though.

Thankfully, the dizziness symptoms of my concussion and ruptured ear drum have been at a minimum, only flaring up when I stand too fast. I usually just have a headache and struggle with loud noises.

Oh, and of course, I still can't hear out of my right ear.

His wild gaze snaps to mine like he can't imagine why I would be laughing at him when he's obviously worked up about something.

"What did you say?" I ask, tucking my stuffed kitty into the blanket around me.

The two of us have been on the couch for a bit while the alphas are off in various places around the house, making it their own. It's been nice and quiet while I read and Casey catches up on the ways of the world with the phone his mom gave him at the hospital.

I'm getting more and more excited to meet his mom with every nice thing she does for her son.

He winces a little, but thankfully he doesn't apologize for my hearing issues. "Look," he commands, shimmying himself into my side and turning the screen my way. "I was saying this town has the most Instagrammable bookshop! That's what Google says at least."

My own eyes widen when the adorable bookstore comes into view, making the nerd part of me giddy with excitement.

"I knew you would understand," Casey murmurs wistfully.

Peeking up at my beta, I find him watching me with a fond look in his eye. I smile. "We should go sometime."

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