Page 146 of Chosen Beta

I look at the second slip of paper.

The scribbles on there are barely legible.

“Uh, you might need to talk me through this stuff.”

“Then we should probably sit down,” she suggests, before she heads back to the sofa she was already sitting on.

I follow her, and she moves to give me room next to her.

Sitting down, I try not to think about how close she is to me, and how good she looks.

“Okay,” I start, pointing at the page. “What does this mean?”

“That’s a helpful one, in theory,” Brooke says. “Her name has two syllables.”

“Full name, or given name?”

“Given,” she says. “He doesn’t seem to use surnames.”

“What else?” I ask.

She puts her finger under the next line. “Tuesday afternoons. That’s when he visited her, so that’s when she’d have an appointment, or when she’d never be in class. Whatever.”

“The Omegas never technically have to be in class.”

She smiles wryly. “Now you see why this has been so hard. Plus, half the students here have two syllable names. If you’re thinking you can print off a list and score out names, we’ll still be left with fifty of them. I know. I’ve done it.”

“Well, that’s discouraging.”

She shrugs. “Sorry, but the other extra information we have is equally useless. He listed her as highly suggestible, which doesn’t help at all. And her main hobby is reading, which is listed as the hobby of most of the Omegas here, who spend way too much of their time cooped up in their suites with not much else to do.”

“Anything else?”

“That’s about it.”

“So, there is something?”

“It’s not for sure, but her perfume probably hasn’t come in. There was a check box that he didn’t tick for her. When we looked at the other names, it seemed like that could be what it meant. It’s not helpful. There aren’t many Omegas here who’ve perfumed. It doesn’t help identify her.”

“Kind of sounds like you need to get the code breaker back for another session.”

“Well, he’ll be at the academy soon, as far as I know,” Brooke informs me. “He’s coming with that psychologist you asked the alliance for. They’re pack, apparently.”

“Damian,” I recall.

“That’s the one.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

“I’ll email you the scanned versions of the files. I’ll have to encrypt them, but he’s good with computers so that’ll be fine.”

Oh, great.Another work-based distraction headed my way.

I guess at least this one won’t make me horny.

“Are you okay?” Brooke asks, sounding a little amused. “You look like you just had a terrifying thought.”

“The last four men I met made me really fucking horny,” I admit. “I seriously don’t need any more of that kind of energy. I think four might be my limit. Man-wise.”

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