Page 179 of Chosen Beta

He clears it and waves us in.

“What’s the plan for today?” I ask them, knowing there’s no way Shadow can stick around while he’s in heat. Right now, he’ssleepy and all he seems to want is to get some food, but when he needs to be knotted again, it’ll be a need that has to be met in the moment.

“Food,” Owen says, at the same time as Shadow. “And then I’ll take Shadow to the suite. Ezra might need a longer lunch break since he’ll be visiting us then.”

I nod. “I wish I could be with you …”

“We know why you can’t,” he cuts in. “It’s fine. Can I use the phone to call in the kitchen order?”

“Of course,” I tell him, heading to my desk.

“I’ll give them ten minutes and then I’ll pick it up,” he explains. “Fastest way. Do you guys need anything?”

“Just get us coffee,” Pete asks. “We’ll order breakfast after you guys have yours.”

“Sounds good,” I agree.

Owen moves to the front of my desk and picks up the phone.

Shadow slinks in beside him and gives him a side hug while he starts to dial the number for the kitchen. “I want a bit of everything. Bacon, eggs, toast, tomatoes …”

“I know,” Owen tells him. “I’ll get you what you need.”

It makes me smile to watch Shadow’s Alpha take care of him.

Owen’s a lot sweeter than I expected.

I switch on my computer, and I login to my emails.

Owen places his order and puts down the phone.

He leads Shadow to the couches and his Omega curls up beside him as if he’s an overgrown cat. It’s cute how sleepy and clingy he seems to be right now.

I could watch them all day, but I pull my gaze away, knowing I need to keep my focus on work.

When I scroll through my emails, I find out Brooke sent the files to me last night.

They’re waiting in my inbox, ready for our code cracker to check through.

I really hope he can help with them.

I move on to dealing with a handful of complaint emails, and then I see one that’s been auto-forwarded from Geraldine’s old email address. I had it linked to mine, along with the other previous heads of admin when I started, because I didn’t want to miss anything important.

It’s probably nothing, but I’m too curious not to look.

When I open it, I find out at least one person out there is completely out of touch with the world.

He doesn’t know Geraldine is dead, for one thing, and he doesn’t seem to know why he can’t get Warren Corvina to answer his calls.

“Oh, my God,” I murmur, as I read the rest.

“What’s wrong?” Pete asks, moving toward me.

I wait for him to get to my side, and then I gesture at the screen.

“I think this must be one of Warren’s clients. I don’t know how he doesn’t realize Geraldine is dead, and Warren’s in prison, but he’s pissed off that Warren hasn’t delivered the Omega he promised him months ago.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” Pete says. “How can anyone not know Warren’s in jail? And Geraldine was killed by Frank Palmer. That was all over the news for months. They made a movie about it and it broke streaming platform records.”

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