Page 19 of Beta and the Beast
Fine, fine. State your intentions now. Much better, much more respectful. Our intentions are to bend her over every surface possible and stretch her tiny beta cunt as far as it can go, but you don't need to explain those intentions to him.
Shut up.
Why? You enjoy thinking about it as much as I do. We just need to get her on a bed. Not even a bed, just somewhere soft.
I rub my temples as I try to get myself under control. Thankfully, I still smell somewhat normal. Unthankfully, Sam is still staring at me, waiting for me to answer why his sister is asking about me. He's probably wondering why it's taken me so long to come up with an answer.
"We've been staying in the apartment next door," I tell him. It's the only thing I can think of to say, and oh god, why did I say that?
Sam lets his head fall back, his laugh bouncing around in the air so loud that I'm sure everyone in the block can hear it. At least he's not about to murder me for stalking his sister. That would be a downer.
I'm sure she only said something to Sam to put me on the spot. She's probably in her little coffee shop, watching me flustered as I try to come up with an excuse.
Once the idea is in my head, I have to see if she's watching this all play out. Sure enough, as soon as I look into the coffee shop, her mouth opens in a small 'o,' and I can hear the squeak she lets out before ducking behind one of the chairs near the windows. I shake my head and let out a huff of laughter. Sam catches it,turning his head to look at the coffee shop. Sarah isn't hidden even a little bit.
"Alright, no more talking about my sister," Sam says, wiping at his eyes like there are tears there. "I'm pretty sure you two are both pretty much strangers with how little she actually talks about you other than to complain that she hasn't had any business because of you."
Should we tell him we're most definitely not strangers with his sister?
Do you want to die?
"Yeah, well." I give the top of the car a little pat before returning my attention to who's most important. "You guys ready for the tour?"
Aiden and Jace mumble their enthusiasm for being in a pastel pink bakery, but don't drag their feet as we head inside. They can pretend to be unenthused about this as much as they want, but they're the ones who volunteered for this. One of them was on the group computer last night, looking up how to bake. The search term was 'how do i bake,' but still, they clicked on too many blogs not to be at least a little curious.
I beam at them as I lead them in through the front, telling them all about the work that went into the place and telling them if they're ever interested in construction, my cousin might be able to help. Then we get to the kitchen, where all the fun will happen.
We review the basics before I start pulling out ingredients and a recipe card for chocolate chip cookies. It shouldn't be that hard. If we mess it up, we can always try again. There's no complaining as we get to work, no arguing, no telling me this is stupid. No, much to their disappointment, they're enjoying themselves.
9
Sarah
About five minutes ago, I got a text from Henry asking me to please be nice to the teenagers coming over to offer me cookies and not to do anything that might make him react. The first request is easy enough, and Sam already talked to me about it when Scott picked him up a couple of hours ago to work on the clinic. It's the second request that has me worried.
Sam's working with these young alphas to teach them to be better than the crappy alphas out there who use and abuse others because of their designations. That also means showing good examples of an alpha behaving himself and being respectful. Showing them healthy examples of an alpha pursuing a partner would also be good for them, but not Romulus's fixation on me.
The boys don't need to see Romulus pursuing a beta, even though he's been much more subdued about it than others. Alpha and beta relationships are considered crass. They're usually only physical and short-term. Not to mention the unhealthy dynamic that can come into play if an alpha has the beta doing things they don't want to do or their body can't handle.
The difference between those situations and what I'm doing with Romulus is that nothing will happen between us. He can keep being weirdly obsessive, but it'll fade with time. More importantly, he'll eventually find an omega perfect for him.
I have no intention of giving in to the temptations I have late at night in bed. I'm never asking him for a mark or thinking this is something it's not. I also know, or at least am pretty sure, Romulus wouldn't ever hurt or overpower me in ways that could hurt me. He's pursuing me now, but he won't force me. He hasn't spoken to me since the night he came into my home. My apartment still smells like him because, as much as I might want the ventilation system to work for my sanity, I also like his pepperminty smell.
I see their shadows on the sidewalk before I see them. I've been watching the door like a hawk, so I'm ready as soon as the alphas want to come over. I still haven't had any customers today, and there are only thirty minutes until closing, so I don't feel bad about them coming inside. Plus, I have this fancy new ventilation system that sucks their pheromones right out of the air. It also makes me blush scarlet whenever I think about it because I remember how the one in my apartment isn't working and what I've done while sniffing the air for Romulus's pheromones.
I don't even want to think about my reasoning for not calling Sam and making him fix it. I shouldn't be thinking aboutanything other than making these alphas not feel unwanted. Not when they're all about to come inside.
And just like they can read my mind, they finally start walking over. Henry's right behind the younger alphas, arms crossed over his sweater-clad chest as he marches them to my door. The boys are large for their age, already looking like men. Then again, I remember Scott being a twig one day, and the next, he was as big as our father. Still, their size doesn't take away from the dejected looks on their faces or how they both look more toward the ground than in front of them.
My brows pull together and up as my bottom lip pouts. These boys look like they're about to give up, which breaks my heart. I rush over to the door, trying to hide my sad look so they don't see that I can tell they aren't having a good time.
I won't mention the pink tint to the tip of the red-haired one's nose or how his eyes are rimmed red. A lot of alphas feel like emotions make them weak. Not all, but enough for me to know not to bring it up first.
"Hello," I say in my cheeriest voice as I swing the door open.
The two alphas perk up a bit, and I have to stop myself from looking down the line of buildings and scowling at the other businesses. I bet the other owners didn't even say hi. I wonder if they even stepped outside to talk to the boys. I don't scowl, though. No, I take a deep breath to steady my anger and then smile as wide as possible.
"Do you want to come inside? I don't have any customers, and I'm closing soon." I keep the smile on my lips even as Henry winces at the mention of no customers.
