Page 8 of Beta and the Beast
She was into it.
I rub my temples, trying to keep myself from growling at Romulus. It won't help this dinner go any better. Not that there's much chance of it going well since Sarah is sitting across from us, smelling like temptation and making Romulus want to come out and growl at her like she's an omega eager to please us.
Everyone else at the table is friendly enough. Fenrir hates me, though I don't blame him. Romulus came out, staked a claim on his sister, and then made some sexual comments to her. I'm sure he's mad as hell at me. I think any alpha with a sister he gives a single fuck about would be pissed at me. At least Lucas is gettinga kick out of this whole thing. I don't think he's stopped smiling or chuckling at my misfortune since he figured out why Romulus was being such an ass.
"So, how do you know Henry?" Lucas asks.
I narrow my eyes at him as I drop my hand from rubbing my temples. Sam and Fenrir are in some heated whisper-growling argument, probably about me. But they're more focused on that than Lucas trying to pry where he doesn't need to.
Sarah's cheeks tint pink as she looks up at Lucas and snarls. It's cute and proof that she grew up with two older alpha brothers. She can give as good as she can take, I'm sure. Especially considering how fast and efficiently she took down Fenrir earlier.
Want her to try it on me. I'll play rough with her. She wants it. Needs it, probably.
I grind my teeth together to try to ignore Romulus. He's thinking fully with our dick right now, and he won't be happy until we're inside his latest obsession.
His growl is loud inside of me, so loud that a little bit of it slips out.Only one obsession. One. Her. Ours. Mine. No others.
Lucas flicks his gaze over to me, checking to make sure Romulus isn't about to come out and make family dinner even more awkward. If he thought for a second he was, Remi would be out and dragging us back to the car. Where Romulus is more so focused on fucking any and everything, Remi is more prone to dealing with things with his fists. It's why he's such a good fighter.
Sarah, who somehow looks beautiful even when she's scowling at me, answers Lucas's question and brings our attention fully to her. "I own the coffee shop next door to Henry's new bakery."
"Oh, well, isn't that nice?" Lucas says, a smile tugging further up his lips. "You two will get to work next door to each other for a while, then? Nowhere's safer than with my brother."
Lucas is laying it on thick, but he's always been able to read me easily. If Romulus and I are this twisted up about a beta, she's a pretty special beta.
Of course, she's special. She's ours. Now, we need her to see that.
Sarah lets out a little huff of a laugh that holds no humor. The omegas watch our interaction with keen interest. I'm sure they can smell the lust rolling off me for this little beta. Everyone here, except for Sarah, can probably smell it. It's frustrating because I'm almost positive she wants nothing to do with me. At least not in that way.
"Henry is going to ruin my business, so no, I don't think it's very safe to be near him," Sarah states plainly, as if it isn't ripping my heart to shreds.
Romulus is in our head, growling, snarling, biting his teeth at me to fix it.Make it better. Make her trust us.
"Henry isn't ruining your business." Sam sighs with exasperation as he and Fenrir turn to the rest of us now that they're done arguing. "An alpha business was moving in next door, no matter what. This way, you at least know the alphas won't hurt you."
Fenrir's eyes flash something deadly as he pins me with his gaze. His growl is low and menacing, a constant sound behind the rest of our chatter.
"I had four customers today, Sam!" Sarah exclaims, pushing away from the table and grabbing her empty plate and half-full beer bottle. "Four. I can't pay my bills with four customers."
"It's just during the transition," Sam says, his voice hopeful. I wish I could be just as optimistic, but there's a lead weight inmy stomach telling me this might ruin Sarah's business, and if it does, she'll blame it all on me.
"How much do you think you were outside?" Sarah turns her eyes to me, an accusation in them that has Romulus itching under the surface of our skin. He doesn't want her to accuse us of hurting her, not without knowing what we can do to make it better.
"I had the doors propped open all day." I settle back in my chair, trying to keep Romulus calm as I cross my arms over my chest. "Anyone walking by probably scented me. I'll have them closed up the rest of the week as much as I can to help contain my scent."
"You think all of my beta customers scented you and didn't come into their usual coffee shop because of that?" Sarah arches a brow at me as she questions my excuse. "Really, that's what you're going with?"
"You scented me," I counter, watching the pink rise higher on her cheeks because she can't deny she smelled me all day. I was pumping the bakery full of pheromones. Knowing she was next door with her cheap filtration unit made it hard not to try to overpower it with too many pheromones.
"I'm a beta," she tells me as though I'm unaware. "If I was scenting you, then you were purposefully being an ass about it."
"I was, and I'm sorry." I owe her nothing but the truth, especially if Romulus is serious about wanting her for more than just a fling.
Forever. Her little beta body quivering and aching underneath us for the rest of her life. I've never wanted anyone so bad. I need her. Need her now. Follow her inside.
Inside? I shake my head to get Romulus out of it and watch as Sarah walks away from us, her pert beta ass swaying left and right with each step. She's doing it on purpose, and I don't evencare because I get to stare at it. Or, I get to stare at it until Sam and Lucas clear their throats as Lilah runs her hands over Fenrir's arm, the arm attached to his hand that's holding a knife.
I stand from the table, forcing the other alphas to do the same because they all think I'm about to do something stupid.
