Page 114 of Chosen Beta

She might not have had a direct hand in oppressing Omegas, but she knows why my predecessors were ordering those clothes.

I pull up the standard response letter with our lawyer’s details enclosed.

I take my time checking I’m staying within our rights while I make a few changes to the letter.

Once it’s ready, I forward it along to the designer, and I move her email to my ‘dealt with’ folder.

When a buzzing starts at my hip, I jerk away from the feeling, and I let out a relieved sigh a second later, realizing it’s only my cell phone.

“Everything okay?” Owen asks, his low voice making me shiver slightly as I take my phone out of my pocket.

“I’m just getting a call,” I explain, as I look down at the screen.

I don’t know the number, but, lately, that’s not unusual.

It’s a cell number, so I answer it.

“Hello?”

“Is this Lana Cole?”

“It is,” I confirm, glancing over at Owen.

He’s watching me now, sitting up straight, looking as if he’s poised to take action.

“Who am I speaking to?” I ask, when the response isn’t immediate.

“I’m part of the Alpha Alliance. You asked your contact to find you a professional.”

Right.I asked for a psychologist for the Jane Doe we have in room nine.

“I did. Are you the professional?”

Okay, now Owen’s standing up, clearly suspicious about who I’m talking to.

“I’m calling on his behalf. He can be there tomorrow. Your contact will send you the details.”

“Great.”

“Save my number. You’ll want to call me when we’re outside the gates.”

“What should I save it under?”

He’s quiet for a second, and that’s when Owen gets to the front of my desk.

I look up at him and he leans in close.

Oh my God, he smells so good.

For a second, I think he might be about to kiss me, but he moves his head to the side, and I realize he’s just trying to listen in on my call.

I can feel my cheeks burning as the guy on the phone sighs.

“Just put it under Damian.”

“That’s your name, or his?”

“Mine,” he says. “We’re pack. I’m not letting him go in there without me.”

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