Page 87 of Believe it or Knot

Gage:

I’m coming to the city and when I get there my girl better be injury free, or I swear to fucking god I will end all of you.

My dick gets hard at his last message, and I roll my eyes at myself. I’m such a little slut for possessive alphas.

Gray has already responded, reassuring him that Sorrel is fine and that Gage’s name has been given to the security desk to be allowed up without one of us present.

But I can’t help but send a message of my own.

Liam:

See you soon, growly bear.

I’m not surprised to find a series of text messages from Joey all in response to my request for him to find someone to interview us, and to write up a statement we can release regarding Sorrel joining our pack. I’ll zhuzh it up, make it personal once he provides the base.

I open the text chain, expecting to see confirmation that he’s done as I requested, but that’s not what I find.

Joey:

You sure you want to do this?

Joey:

Look, I’m not trying to be a dick. I just looking out for you and your pack.

You hardly know the girl.

Joey:

Something just feels off about her, you know?

Liam?

Hon?

Joey:

That entire scene at the restaurant felt weird.

How did the paparazzi know you were going to be there?

Only six people knew about the reservations.

She was one of them.

I frown at Joey’s texts, at his implication that Sorrel is the one that alerted the fans and the paparazzi to where we’d be. She wouldn’t do that. It’s clear she hates the attention. But she’s willing to put up with it for us.

Because she wants to be with us as much as we want to be with her.

The anger I’d already been feeling on behalf of our girl swells as I type out a response.

Me:

Sorrel had nothing to do with that, Joey.

In case you forgot, she was attacked because someone leaked where we were.

Beyond that, I didn’t ask for your opinion on my relationship with my beta.

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