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I had no idea what to think.

Did this massive alpha actually want me to take care of him?

CHAPTER 5

Frankie

How the fuckdid he know exactly what to say?

There was no way he could know about that weakness, right? Hart was just playing the amenable rookie. He had to be. I couldn’t think of any other reason why a legacy alpha would be so docile in front of an alpha they didn’t know.

Sure, he only had one red eye, but it was more than what I had.

I tried to hold his gaze, but Soren kept his eyes down. They were fixed on my lips, or maybe my chin. He was deferring to me already despite the both of us wearing scent blockers.

He had no idea what my pheromones were like and yet he didn’t try to challenge me in any way.

Was it because I was older, or was it the difference in our rank?

My aunt gave me a look, silently scolding me for being so rude but I couldn’t help it. This alpha set my teeth on edge and now I finally knew why.

He wasn’t just quiet and unassuming for his size, he was borderline submissive.

I mean sure, he could be on his best behavior for his new job and doing everything he could not to ruffle any feathers, but that wasn’t exactly easy for an alpha, let alone a legacy alpha.

At the very least, he should be holding my gaze to see who’d give in first, but no. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye.

Maybe he was insecure about only having one red eye? I couldn’t tell and there was no way to ask him about it without causing other problems.

I couldn’t even scent his pheromones thanks to the scent blockers, which was honestly for the best, but thanks to that I couldn’t read himat all.

Now this?

An obedient, rookie alpha was the very last thing I’d expected.

I really,reallyhoped he never figured out what made me tick because then I’d get used to him and feel like he needed me when that was the last thing I wanted.

An alpha who needed me…fuck, I couldn’t let that happen.

If he figured out just how badly I needed to be needed – how much I needed to take care of others to make up for all my other failings.…

That part of me was why my relationship with Lucy had worked for so long when it was suboptimal at best.

Somehow this alpha was already playing with my heart like he’d known exactly what to say to ease my irritation and we just met. What would happen if we got any closer?

“Frankie?”

My aunt snapped me out of my momentary panic and I slipped my hands into the pockets of my motorcycle jacket to hide my reaction.

“I’ll do my best,” I managed. “But as she mentioned, I’ve never partnered with a rookie before.”

“I’m still grateful to have you as my senior,” he insisted.

His voice was relatively deep, but the way he spoke was so quiet and…gentle. It felt like he was whispering, but I could still hear every word with how clearly he enunciated.

I got the sense that he was the slow and methodical type. He would be logical and dependable without setting off my anxiety and insecurity.

My aunt was right. He was the perfect match for me.

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