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If I’m honest, it felt like things were too manic before.

Now? I’m needed, sure, but I’m not the only doctor in the building.

The staff are capable. They can manage without me when they need to.

They covered for me while I took a long lunch.

No one tried to reach me while I was gone.

Everything is lining up because it’s time.

Shadow and Pete are here because this was fated.

Even Owen is on his way, and he doesn’t know about Lana.

Destiny is working on all of us.

We’re getting closer to being the whole, complete pack we were always meant to be.

I step back into the medical unit and head to the office to grab the charts for my rounds.

The sooner our final pack member gets here, the better, but in the meantime, I know how to keep myself busy.

Chapter Seventeen

Shadow

Idon’t need to look back to know Ezra’s got his eyes on me. He’s making sure I’m going where I said I would go, instead of catching sight of something more exciting and taking off on a random side quest adventure. He should know nothing is a bigger thrill than spending time around a new mate, whether or not I have permission to say the “m” word around her.

Opening the door to her office, I find Pete sitting on one of her sofas, talking to someone on his cell phone, while she pretends to be interested in something on the screen of her computer.

I caught her staring at Pete!

She’s quick to hide it, but obviously she’s feeling some kind of way about him.

I don’t blame her. Pete is fucking hot.

I never thought I’d have a Beta for a mate, but he’s got a solid streak of Alpha in him, he’s literally my hero, and he’s seriously, unwaveringly loyal.

Lana’s a Beta, too, but she’s also the head of this academy and she’s changing all the rules to make it safer for Omegas so she’s as badass as it gets.

I close the door behind me and move toward her, since Pete is occupied with his call.

She looks up at me. “Hey, Shadow. What can I do for you? Or are you here to see Pete?”

“Hey,” I murmur, wondering if she actually got hotter since I left and came back, or if that’s just how it feels the longer a mate goes unclaimed. “Uh, so, Ezra’s gone back to work. He sent me down here to make sure you two workaholics take a break and actually eat something. So, what are we having, and where do we get it from?”

I perch on the file cabinet next to her desk.

It feels slightly less stable than it looks, but I think my skinny ass is safe.

“We?” Lana asks, raising her eyebrows at me.

“Well, I’m not going to just sit here and watch you two stuff your faces on your own.”

“You guys do realize that I actually have a job to do, right?”

“Oh,” I murmur.

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