Page 117 of Chosen Beta

“He’s working. He said you can wait in the staff break room and text him and he’ll come and speak to you. You’ll see the break room when you go back into that corridor. The door’s always open.”

“Can I go with him?” Shadow asks.

“It’s probably better if you don’t,” Owen says. “But I’ll come get you before I do the building assessment.”

“You will?” Shadow’s eyes light right up.

“Ezra thought it would be better …” I start, not wanting to upset Shadow, but knowing our lead Alpha would rather Shadow stick with me.

Owen looks at me with a blank expression on his face. “Ezra thought it would be better not to tell any of us that we have another true mate out here in the city. He’s been out here for three weeks, Pete. Three whole fucking weeks. He doesn’t get a vote in what Shadow does today.”

Shadow beams, clearly missing the fact that Owen’s seriously pissed off at Ezra.

“I promise to come back for you,” Owen murmurs, leaning in and using the excess material of Shadow’s borrowed T-shirt to pull Shadow closer.

I take the plates out of Shadow’s hands before he drops them, and Owen gives our Omega a kiss that’s slightly over the NSFW side of the PDA scale. Lucky for us, the only person around is the redhead in heels who’s currently making her way behind the reception desk.

She doesn’t seem to notice us until Owen lets go of Shadow.

The sudden burst of his perfume on the air probably caught her attention.

His scent is stronger than usual, more potent than I’ve ever smelled it.

I realize now I know why he wants to go with Owen so badly.

Being around a mate he can’t claim must be driving his sensitive body crazy.

Omegas feel things much more strongly than everyone else.

Yesterday must have been pure torture for him. I was fully aroused just being around Lana, and he was feeling that arousal on top of his own desire, as well as feeling what she was feeling.

Of course he wants to spend the day with one of our Alphas.

He’ll probably have Owen knot him in every dark corner of this building.

I’m a little jealous, now that I know what he’s thinking.

“Don’t take too long,” Shadow says as Owen leaves us.

“Can you open the door for me?” I ask, since I’m holding the food now.

Shadow nods and knocks before he opens it.

Lana’s standing behind her desk, and she doesn’t look amused.

I guess Owen’s mood didn’t improve while he was around her then.

“We thought you might want breakfast,” I offer, stepping into the room and bringing the covered plate to her desk.

She’s smiling by the time I set it down in front of her.

“You made me breakfast?”

“Ezra did,” I admit. “He didn’t think you would have had time to eat.”

“It’s good,” Shadow adds. “He makes the best scrambled eggs.”

“It might be starting to get cold, and we didn’t think about bringing you a drink …”

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