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“I can understand,” I said. “I built my own empire and started with nothing at first. I believe in you, Jade.”

Startled, she looked at me. “You do?”

“You had the drive to become a nurse and lived on your own for so long, so I believe you could do whatever you set your mind to,” I said as she started backing the car out of the driveway. “You’ll become an amazing interior designer. I’m sure of it. What do your think about your dreams?”

I wondered why she was so reluctant to go back to them. I would do anything to have my father back.

“My parents provided a comfortable life for me. I feel bad for most omegas who had it bad, but I had a good foundation.”

“Interesting,” I said.

Jade rarely talked about herself, and I enjoyed listening to little tidbits of her life.

“I never drove an alpha in my car before,” she said, looking at me sheepishly as she tried looking for the nearest furniture store around here.

“And I never had an omega drive me either,” I said, surprised I didn’t immediately get into the driver’s seat and take over.

“Because you’re too big and strong?” she teased and I laughed.

“I’d rather be the one to take care of my omega,” I said.

“But I’m not your omega.”

“Yeah, I got that,” I said abruptly. The conversation always seemed to steer to this, and I didn’t have an answer to give her. Maybe I was the one who was crazy. She liked my pack, and her gaze suggested she wouldn’t mind if I rutted her senseless.

“What does the tattoo on your back mean?” she asked suddenly, and I was taken aback by her question. I was suddenly reminded of our hot night together on the roof of the party.

“My father passed away from an illness when I was a kid,” I said. “He loved nature, and it represented that. It has his name in the middle.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. “At least you have your mom still.”

“My mom…seems to be losing her mind,” I explained. “I don’t know what’s happening to her. She says there’s something following her. Like a ghost, and I don’t believe in that stuff.”

“That’s so sad,” she said, parking outside of a small furniture store. “Why don’t you believe her?”

“Doyoubelieve in ghosts?”

“Kind of,” she said. “I wouldn’t just disregard her completely. Pay more attention to her.”

I thought about that. She could be right.

If my mother was telling the truth, she could be in great danger. But this was something that I wasn’t ready to face yet.

Jade

It suckedthat I needed to be with Caleb for my first shopping trip on this big project. But he was adamant about accompanying me. I guess he was just as excited as I was for this project I was undertaking and wanted to be part of it.

As we looked around at the couches, Caleb didn’t interfere when I looked at certain styles. But he couldn’t resist giving his input on a few things. At times I imagined if this was how life would be if we were a mated pack.

“How about this couch?” he asked, sinking into a large black sectional sofa.

“It’ll make the house too dark,” I said, sitting on the other end.

“But it’s comfortable.”

It was indeed comfortable, but I needed to stick to my guns and not be pushed around. I was the designer, and I had a certain vision for the house.

“Yeah, I don’t like it,” I said. It didn’t match my overall vision. A couple of beta females walked by us, staring at Caleb and giggling. My face heated, and I wasn’t ready for the turmoil I faced inside me. I didn’t like it, but I tried my best not to show that I was jealous. I didn’t have a claim on Caleb in any way.

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