Page 80 of Chosen Beta

Not that he’s a bad driver, but letting an ex-con take the wheel when legally he shouldn’t, is the dumbest thing I ever did without knowing it.

It makes me hesitate, before I remind myself there’s no way he wants the key to drive the car tonight. He wants to be here, with our new true mate.

“I promise I won’t reverse into the forest accidentally-on-purpose.” He flashes his teeth in a deviant grin.

“That really makes me feel better,” I grumble as I hand them over.

“It should,” he tells me, as he opens the office door, and gestures for me to go inside first.

I take a deep breath before I step inside, to find Shadow showing Lana and Ezra a video on his phone where two annoyingly loud women are discussing Frank Palmer.

“Well, this isn’t exactly what I expected to find in here,” I admit out loud.

Shadow looks up and grins at me. “You came! I knew you’d come. This is awesome.”

Ezra doesn’t seem quite as pleased to see me.

The thought of talking to him right now makes me mad.

It feels like he might be having similar thoughts.

I clear my throat and look at Lana. “Can you give Pete the keys to lock up for the night while I do whatever administrative bullshit you need me to do?”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “My security staff will lock up in an hour after the final visitor of the night has been let in. So, there’s no need for you to borrow my keys.”

I look back at Pete and he nods before he leaves.

“What was that?” Lana asks.

“He’s just getting something from the car.”

She purses her lips as she gets up and goes over to the desk.

I’m not having much luck making people happy tonight, it seems.

Shadow’s still smiling at me as he turns the awful, noisy video off.

He never cares what mood I’m in. It’s an attitude that helps my anger to fade, usually.

Tonight, it’s nice, but I have too many things to think about that are pissing me off.

Watching over Lana will help me work some of it out.

“Sign in,” Lana tells me as she brings a leatherbound book toward me. It has a pen wedged in between the pages. I take it out of her hands, and she shivers slightly as my skin brushes hers.

Oh, she’s definitely feeling something.

Though, right now, I’d land on revulsion.

Some Betas love Alphas, no matter how they act or how they treat them.

She doesn’t seem like one of those girls.

I doubt she’d give me the time of day if I wasn’t attached to Ezra.

I know how I look. I know the assumptions people make about me.

Maybe some of them aren’t too far off the mark.

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