Page 138 of Chosen Beta

I guess that means Lana’s the last true mate we’ll ever meet.

Shadow laughs. “Come on, Owen. I’m twenty-six. If I was ever going to have a heat it would have been back when I met my Alphas.”

“I don’t know,” I murmur. “Some Omegas need their pack to be complete to feel ready.”

“I know Lana is awesome, and I can’t wait for her to be a part of this, but seriously?” he asks in earnest. “We felt pretty complete to me.”

Maybe he didn’t think we’d meet another mate, but he’s been restless all this time.

Despite everything I did to try and put down roots for us, I don’t think he ever saw that house as our home. Why would he? Ezra was hardly ever there. An Omega needs all his mates to feel safe and secure enough to nest, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shadow do any nesting.

It’s not something every Omega does, but I think with the happy ones, it happens.

I’ve been so fucking blind. How could I not notice that?

This city is going to have to be what changes that.

It’s where Lana is, and it’s where my mates want to be.

Whatever I need to do to be okay with that, I’m going to have to do.

Shadow gazes back at me, eyes full of lust.

“We were never whole,” I tell him. “We’ve been split too often to feel like a real pack. That ends here. It ends now.”

He blinks and starts to smile. “Wait … Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If what you think I’m saying is I’m ready to give up the house in Platinum Valley and move out to this cesspool of a city to make a real home with my mates.”

I grab hold of the front of his shirt, about to pull him in for a kiss, when I notice how much material I’m actually holding.

I look him up and down.

“What in the hell are you wearing?”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes, so I borrowed stuff from Ezra.”

Okay, that explains the bagginess.

I can’t believe it took me this long to notice.

That talk I had with Ezra really messed with my head.

Shadow leans back and hauls off the T-shirt, tossing it onto the desk.

I drop my hands to the belt he’s using to keep the jeans up, and I unbuckle it.

They fall straight to the floor.

He gives me an amused shrug. “Easy access.”

“That’s one advantage,” I admit, my gaze moving down over his pale, slender frame. “Turn around and bend over.”

“The desk?” he asks, before he steps out of his shoes and the oversized pants to do what I told him to do, resting his elbows on the teacher’s desk.

Like I suspected, his slick is coming in thick and fast, lubricating his entrance to get it ready for my knot. I run two fingers up from his balls to his hole, capturing a few stray drops of the clear arousal fluid and bringing them to my lips.

It’s thicker than usual, and the taste of his sweet perfume with it’s spicy kick is extra strong.

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