Page 22 of Beta and the Beast
She made Vilkas feel comfortable enough to come out and expected him to behave himself. It might've been the first time anyone, including myself, as awful as that sounds, has expected him to be good. I know he can be, but I've always expected the worst. It's something I now know I need to work on.
"What did my sister do?" Fenrir asks, his voice a low growl as he stares at me.
He still doesn't like me. He probably won't start liking me until I can get my teeth into his sister, and even then, that might not help. The only reason he hasn't killed me yet is because he has no idea what all Romulus and I have done in an attempt to seduce his sister. Not that it's been a lot, but ejaculating on her pillow is probably more than enough reason to want our head on a spike.
"The boys and I—"
"Don't want to hear it from you," Fenrir snarls.
I don't know how he does it, but his eyes flick up and down my body, and I've never felt so judged in my life. No one has ever managed to pack as much shrewdness in one look as Fenrir. I'm not even self-conscious most of the time, considering no one makes fun of how we look more than Romulus, but Fenrir looking at me like he's found me lacking has me tucking tail a bit.
"Stop being an ass," Lilah, Scott and Fenrir's mate, comes to my rescue by placing her palm on Fenrir's chest and taking his attention off me. "Henry hasn't done anything to you."
"It's not about me." Fenrir lets out an annoyed huff. "He said things about Sarah."
"Romulus made one crude remark." Sam steps to my defense.
I hate that he's omitting so much of the other stuff Romulus has done. Maybe he doesn't know about the jerking off or about the lock on the filtration system. I imagine he knows about the latter, but it's still broken in Sarah's apartment. I doubt either of her brothers would force her to live with my smell, especially with how much it's affecting her.
Sweet beta wishes she were an omega. She tries to perfume for us. Tries so hard.
Now is not the time, Romulus.
She'll be here soon. Her body wants us. She can't even stop herself at this point. She just doesn't have the anatomy to do what she wants.
I rub at my temples, missing parts of the conversation as Sam tells Lilah and Fenrir about Sarah helping with the younger alphas and making them feel better about themselves. I need to get myself under control because if I don't, I'm going to stink up the entire backyard during family dinner.
It doesn't help that Lucas looks at me and shakes his head like he knows I'm a lost cause. He hasn't asked me about my intentions with Sarah, but it's easy to pick up on since I haven't been to our apartment except to grab clothes since I started staying across the hall from her. My brother knows me, knows I don't chase betas. Whatever I want with Sarah, it's serious. Now, if I could just get her to see that, too.
"Look, it's easy helping them pick their names. You just look up cool wolf names and pick one at random." Sarah's voice has me stiffening in my pants in an instant.
It's not voluntary, and neither is the plume of my pheromones nor the low rumble of my purr. Everyone turns to look at me, Fenrir with his eye twitching, the omegas smiling at me because they know why I'm reacting the way I am. Even Sam and Lucas look more amused than anything. The only one who seems unimpressed and unhappy with my reaction is the only one I want to be drawn in.
Sarah's left her hair free, covering her neck, much to Romulus's annoyance and my relief. Her scent is faint, just like it always is, but Romulus and I zone in on it with no problem. She's so unbelievably beautiful. The air is warmer than it was this morning, and she's stripped off whatever outer layer she was wearing, leaving her in jeans and a tank top now.
She frowns at me, but it doesn't stop my purr or her from continuing what she's saying. "I don't know what your obsession is with wolves. Is it because you're called alphas?"
"Yes, we're just that easy," Lucas pipes up, lifting his beer toward Sarah. "You should know just how easy we are."
Sarah's face doesn't turn pink. No, it skips it entirely until it's bright red, which signals how easily Lucas called her out. I don't like her feeling uncomfortable, no matter who's doing it or for what reason. It's not helped by the new fear Romulus and I unlocked after telling Sarah how we came up with names for Romulus and Remus when she seemed worried about Lucas's well-being.
It started as the slightest hint of us wondering if she found him more enticing because of his physique and ability to keep her safe. We can also keep her safe, but Lucas and Remus fight for a living. No one is safer than with them. Since then, we've been a little jealous of our brother, a little envious of what he has that our Sarah might find attractive.
So, with Sarah feeling embarrassed and us already being upset with Lucas and Remus for reasons they have no idea about, we launch ourselves over the table at our brother. The stupid asshole is ready for it. It's almost like he wanted this exact scenario to play out.
"Romulus, enough!" Sarah's voice has a tether directly into our mind.
Everyone else is talking, too, but do we care about any of them? No, we care about one little beta and the shrill way she tells us to stop when she doesn't like how we're acting. Romulus spins around to face her before we even get our hands on Lucas.
"You owe me twenty," Lucas says to someone, probably Sam. Romulus is too focused on how Sarah's chest is heaving in her tank top to care much about anything other than her.
"Enough of what, little beta?" Romulus asks, tilting our head to the side as he looks down at Sarah. There's a good chance he grabs for her and tosses her over our shoulder like the caveman he is.
Good plan. Let's do that.
Romulus takes a step toward Sarah, who takes a retreating step back. Our lips twitch at the idea of getting to chase. We don't even care about Fenrir's low rumble of a growl. No, if anything, Romulus picks up the volume of our purr as if it can distract Sarah from the fact that we're seconds away from making it clear to everyone at this dinner that we're interested in her.
"Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't." Sarah's eyes go wide, her arms crossing over her chest, doing nothing but pushing her breasts up and plumping them under our gaze.
