Page 32 of Chosen Beta

I ignore the hint of paranoia that I’ve started to feel now that both of them are insinuating there might be someone in this building who’s up to something nefarious.

These two might be sexy, but they’re also clearly a few sandwiches short of a full picnic basket.

“Do you have any enemies?” Pete asks, raising an eyebrow as look back at him.

“Stop. No one here is out to get anyone.” I stare back without blinking.

“Are you completely sure about that?” he asks.

Am I?

It doesn’t help that I probably have enemies numbering in the dozens at this point. People who have a lot of money at their disposal, and a vested interest in having me unseated from my position at the academy.

That doesn’t help with the hint of paranoia these two have instilled in me.

It hasn’t gone away, and it likely isn’t going to.

Thinking about it logically, it’s a little on the suspicious side, but unscrewing a few light bulbs doesn’t automatically mean someone’s planning something bad.

“I trust my staff, and I trust everyone who’s staying in this wing.”

Pete doesn’t look convinced by my certainty. “That doesn’t mean one of them isn’t out to get you. You’re giving everyone too much credit.”

“If that’s the case, maybe I should insist on those background checks I skipped when I let you two into the building?”

He smirks. “Go ahead. We’re clean.”

“With those tattoos? I don’t think so.”

“So, you noticed,” he murmurs. “There might be hope for you yet.”

Oh my God. He’s infuriating.

I glance at Shadow and the sweet-smelling Omega shrugs.

“It might be nothing,” Shadow starts. “Or it might be something. Isn’t it better to play it safe?”

Damn it. Why does that have to make sense?

“I need to get back to work,” I tell them, side-stepping and moving around Pete swiftly.

Of course, I misjudge how much space I need and bump my hip against his side in passing.

The jolt I get from that tiny bit of physical contact is jarring.

My clit throbs, and suddenly I can feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my bra.

I hate to imagine what might happen if we touched in more direct way.

A cleansing, deep breath, and a few steps later and I’m unlocking the door to their Alpha’s suite.

I can feel them both close behind me as I turn the handle and give it a push inward.

“We don’t have spare keys for this section of the building, so you’ll need to stay put until Dr. Clarke gets back.”

“Ezra,” Shadow says. “You should call him Ezra.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.”

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