Page 28 of Chosen Beta

The Omega taps the door with her hand before she opens it.

She gives us a smile as she steps inside. “Your visitors are here.”

“Let them in.”

I don’t know what it is about that voice that burns the anger right out of my body, but now I’m really curious about who we’ve been brought to see.

The redhead pushes the door open further and steps back. “Ms. Cole will see you now.”

“Fuck me,” Pete murmurs behind me, as his own venom is sidelined by heavy lust.

Every time I hear those two words, it’s right before something sexual happens.

He only ever breathes them when he’s full of desire.

My perfume spikes the moment I lock eyes on the woman inside the office.

Wavy dark hair that rests on her shoulders frames a strikingly beautiful face.

Soulful eyes, full lips, and a virgin throat ready and waiting for mating marks …

My gaze drifts down over her body, and the lust I’m drowning in only multiplies.

She has curves, and they’re real curves; her hips and breasts stretch out the fabric of her clothes and make her walk with a sexy sway. Watching her move toward us, my mouth starts to water at the thought of seeing her body naked.

It takes a few seconds and a cough from Pete to realize we’re supposed to be stepping into this office to meet this woman for the first time, not standing here waiting for her to devour us sexually as if she’s some sort of succubus luring in prey.

That’s when she stops at the side of a sofa, a mere few feet away from me, and gives me a bemused smile.

“I know you’re here to see Dr. Clarke. I can take you to his suite once I’ve signed you in as visitors.”

“Right. Sure,” I tell her, moving to the other couch that’s three steps away from the door.

There’s a small coffee table between the couches, and there’s a form and a guest book open on its surface. I’m too consumed by the way this woman is making me feel to really care that we’re being forced to jump through hoops to see our mate, so I sit down without saying another word.

She looks over at the door and I realize Pete hasn’t followed me inside.

He’s standing in the doorway, staring at Ms. Cole in the half-mad, half-lustful way he usually looks at me when I’ve just done something crazy.

She’s definitely affecting both of us.

“Come in and close the door,” I tell him quietly, in the soft tone I usually use to signal I’m in the mood for some intimate affection.

He moves fast on impulse, and I see that he’s fully aroused when he sits down next to me, his fat cock straining against the front of his jeans so tightly that it must be painful. He scoops the small sofa cushion from his side and covers the lump with it.

When I look back at our host, she’s standing in front of the other couch, cheeks flushing with color as she tears her gaze away from Pete’s crotch. It’s nice to see we’re also having some kind of effect on her while she’s having an incredibly strong effect on us.

“You’re not an Omega,” I find myself murmuring.

She sits down and looks back at me. “I’m a Beta. You might be thinking of Geraldine Sawyer. She was the Omega who used to run the academy.”

“I’m not thinking of anyone,” I tell her. “It’s just …”

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” Pete cuts in, being his usual filter-less self and coincidentally stopping me from making an error in judgement.

If this woman is a fated mate of ours, then Ezra already knows about her.

It wouldn’t be up to us to tell her what she means to us.

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