Page 4 of Chosen Beta

Ezra

Walking away from my fated mate instead of telling her she’s supposed to be mine feels wrong, but it’s not the first time I’ve hit a roadblock when I’ve wanted to talk to Lana Cole.

When we met, I was too stunned to know what to say to her.

She’s a beautiful woman, compassionate and resourceful, and she’s meant to be mated to me.

Despite already having gone through this three times, with my existing pack members, it was a shock to my system to know, without a shadow of doubt, that the person in front of me was made to be a part of my life, like I was made to be a part of hers.

She felt something, too, but Betas don’t always understand what it means when they meet their true mates. They don’t have the instincts of an Alpha, or the intuition of an Omega, to help lead them to the right conclusion.

I’m going to have to be the one to tell her, when the time is right.

Destiny led me to Goldcrest Academy.

Now I need to wait for fate to give us the chance to get together.

Clearly it wasn’t on the cards for today.

Moving swiftly down the corridor, my thoughts start to shift back into work mode.

The patient in room nine is a strange case, different from the others we’ve been treating, for multiple reasons.

Like the others, she’s been stabilised.

Unlike them, we don’t know who she is or where she came from, besides knowing she was rescued from a trafficking situation.

She hasn’t been identified, and she can’t, or won’t, tell us what her name is.

She’s also the only Beta, which is strange only because all my other patients are Omegas.

Typically, only Omegas are targeted by traffickers, thanks to the unique qualities that make them so appealing to Alphas, so this Beta is an anomaly.

Under any other circumstance, I’d find her case intriguing.

As it is, this gig was supposed to be a temporary one.

A couple weeks, max.

I agreed because a friend and former colleague of mine heard about the situation and called me to find out if I could help. It was an emergency, and I was free, for the first time in years.

I said yes without thinking twice.

In all honesty, I should have said no.

My pack put up with me travelling all over the country to work.

I’d promised to take a break, and a week later, I was packing a case to come out here.

They understood, but I knew they were disappointed.

I promised this was the last time.

Owen told me I'm a workaholic.

He might be right, but I can’t complain about it now.

If I hadn’t come out here, I never would have met Lana.

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