Page 115 of Chosen Beta

“Is that how he works?”

Thinking about our patient, I can’t imagine her being happy about being in the room with two men, plus one of our doctors.

“It’s how our pack works,” he says. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

He hangs up, and Owen moves back.

“What was that about?” he asks, as if he has a right to know.

I guess if he’s going to work security for me, he’ll need to know about this.

“We need a psychologist for a patient. The Alpha Alliance seemed the safest way to go for that, considering Warren Corvina was abusing the Omegas in his care.”

“I heard about that guy,” Owen admits. “He had clinics all over the country.”

“Has,” I correct him. “They haven’t been shut down. Not yet. He’s in prison, but there are plenty of psychologists outthere who trained with him. We don’t know if any of them are trustworthy. I don’t want to take any chances.”

“So, you called the Alpha Alliance to find someone they trust for this patient.”

“It might not be a perfect solution, but it’s the best that we’ve got.”

“They brought her here, right?” he asks.

“They did.”

“So, they should have a vested interest in making sure they got you the right guy.”

“That’s true. I don’t know why I’m so worried. I trust the alliance more than I trust most people.”

“Good,” he says. “You shouldn’t trust most people.”

But I should trust him.

He doesn’t say it, but it’s heavily implied in his tone, and the way he looks at me.

My skin feels too warm on my face, and my neck.

I do trust him, and I don’t even know why.

“I’ve filled out your forms,” he says, after a beat.

He moves back, picks them off the coffee table and hands them over to me.

“Thanks,” I murmur as I take them.

“I’m betting Pete and Shadow will be here soon,” he adds.

“Uh, what?” I ask.

“They know I’ll need to run an assessment of the building, inside and out. So, they’ll be with you while I’m busy with that.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard.”

He smiles. “You have no idea what you need.”

I blink at him. “What …?”

Did he just say what I think he said?