Page 28 of Beta and the Beast
My nostrils flare as I sniff long and hard, following her burnt, sugary smell deeper into the apartment. Lucas is standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. He has a brow arched, but I don't say anything to him.
Fucker probably wanted to make sure I came back to the apartment so I would know that Sarah was here at some point. Here, alone with him. I scowl at him, but he's already switched to Remus and is waiting to see what I do. I growl low but huff and stomp down the hall.
Should kill him. He wants what's ours.
He doesn't want Sarah.
She might want him.
She doesn't want him.
I'm not entirely sure I'm right, but I'm at least fifty percent sure. Technically, Lucas and I are identical twins. I might be softer with longer hair, but we look the same apart from that, and our smells are identical.
If an omega were to scent-match me, there's a good chance she'd also scent-match Lucas. We've always been careful about and cognizant of it because it can cause issues. Thankfully, we've never had a situation with any scent-matches until Sarah came along. But betas don't scent-match.
Her scent is all over the office, especially in one of the oversized chairs on the opposite side of the desk. I don't like Lucas's scent on the one beside it. He should've been across the desk from her, far from her. I snarl at the open doorway, but Lucas hasn't followed me yet.
I bury my face in the soft fabric of the chair and inhale deeply. I'm so far past looking desperate that I don't care if anyone walks in while I do this. The only one here is Lucas, who already knows how lost I am for my little beta.
"Before you suffocate yourself," Lucas draws out his words with a laugh as I lift my face from the back of the chair. Romulus is in charge right now, but we're not about to fight anyone. If anything, he's ready to fuck Sarah until she's willing to admit she's ours.
Always ready for that.
"You should know that your beta thinks you'll find an omega and get bored of her." Lucas tilts his head to the side as he says it, watching as my body tenses and anger bubbles up to the surface.
Romulus growls, low and dangerous, but it isn't Lucas we're upset at. No, our beta doesn't trust us enough to know we want no one but her. Romulus pushes away from the chair, determined to track Sarah down and make sure she knows, without a doubt, how serious we are about her.
Lucas steps to the side, blocking the rest of the hallway except the way to the living room and the front door. I don't even catch that he's trying to keep us from going further down the hall to his room, but Romulus does because he catches Sarah's scent leading in that direction. He growls again. This time, it's directed at Lucas.
Lucas holds his hands up, trying to fight a stupid grin from splitting his lips. "Okay, wait, I thought you might need more of a push, but you don't. So let's ignore whatever it is you're thinking."
"Mine. She is mine. Not yours." Romulus snaps his teeth in his displeasure, but Lucas keeps smiling. We push past our brother, not caring about whatever excuse he's trying to give us, because our beta was in his room. "Fucking piece of shit–"
"Watch it." Remus takes over long enough to check Romulus and make sure he's not about to do or say something we'll regret. The two beasts get along as well as Lucas and I do, which is usually a hell of a lot better than we have been ever since Sarah made an offhand comment about making sure I don't kill him.
"We should kill him," Romulus mutters, earning us another low growl from behind us as Remus follows us into his room.
Romulus ignores our brother, his nose lifting as he takes in long inhales and starts moving around the room to figure out why exactly our mate was in here. She touched things. Touched the dresser, touched the wall, touched the bed.
"What did you do?" Romulus growls at Remus as he stands in the doorway, eyes burning bright.
Remus is enjoying himself right now. Romulus and I are in agreement that we don't like our mate being anywhere near our brother's bed, and we lunge. Does Remus grab and pin us on the ground before we know what's happening? Yeah, yeah, he does.
"Little beta thinks her alpha doesn't want her," Remus mocks us, and it has Romulus fighting harder underneath him. "Needed you to fight. Not me. But for her. You don't want her in another's bed? Tell her. Stop wasting a good thing by being weak and frightened that she'll say no."
"You had her in your bed," Romulus snarls, his teeth clicking loudly.
"I did," Remus looks up at his bed, his lips spread into a feral smile. "You should've seen the way she rubbed herself against the sheets."
"I will kill you," Romulus growls as his fight doubles. "I will rip you apart, limb from limb. I will disembowel–"
"Lucas told her it was your room," Remus says. His eyes meet ours again as Romulus closes his mouth. "Left heralone here to do as she pleased, thinking it was your room." His lips press into a flat line as he flicks a look up at his bed. "You owe me a new pillow. Unless you want me smelling your beta's cu–"
"Finish that sentence, and you're dead," Romulus growls as though Remus hasn't made it abundantly clear he's not about to let us hurt him or his alpha. But he doesn't push it because, as much as Remus loves riling Romulus up, he knows when he's pushing it too far.
Remus pushes off of us and grabs a pillow from his bed. One that has Romulus growling up a storm because we don't want anyone else to have that pillow but us. He throws it at us, laughing when Romulus buries our face in it, smelling our beta, smelling the arousal she left like a present for us when she thought this was our room.
I need her.
