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questions.

Any truth to the rumor?

I’m not one to stick my nose into mated people’s affairs, especially ones sealed with a bite, but…. Mr. St. James and his mate left soon after.

There were

ACCUSATIONS

of a

DIRTY

DEAL

with our

Monarch.

Truth? Rumor? Or all lies?

Who knows…but it all comes out eventually, doesn’t it, and with the gathering of unmated, unmarked Seasonal Omegas, I’m all eyes and ears for scandal.

And withrumbles from other shores, maybe we’ll get another twist in this tale from the movie star himself…

Stay tuned, brood.

This Season ain’t over until the Monarch herself sings.

Or at least cuts someone down to size.

- Queen Bee

CHAPTER

THIRTY-EIGHT

Stephan

Istare at Heath, a little sweaty from the work we just finished and probably a little exasperated. “C’mon man, I could use your help.”

I figured now, with him feeling good about a little manual labor, I could bring up the scripts, but no.

Heath’s got his ducks in a row in his head and probably all with lists. Even down to Rue. Pros and cons and the kind of mates she might attract once she’s of age.

I know fucking Heath, I know he’s now getting things ready for the rest of them, checking out Alphas who aren’t even close to the next Season.

The scripts should be a good distraction, one in particular, to anyone but him.

“And it’s the kind of thing you want to do,” I add.

“I looked them over, and I know which one you wanted me to focus on. I took time out of trying to keep my sisters from exploding into a sea of scandal, one of which you facilitated?—”

“And got out of.”

“Not cool, dickwad.” Heath frowns and crosses his arms, leaning against the wall in the living room. “Besides, I handed you my notes. I’m not about to pack up and leave my family in the lurch to gallivant on some fucking movie adventure for months. Or years. Or however long it takes to tell this tale. I know you?—”

“It’s a good opportunity. It’s one you wanted.”

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