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“I’m not sure you all are going to win this election,” she said. “The older Alphas aren’t going to like that. Very bad form to shift like that.”
“Oh well,” I said, taking another step toward her.
“Don’t tell me you don’t care?” my Omega shot at me. “I know you do. It’s what you’ve been working on for years.”
“I did care,” I agreed. “I thought it was the most important thing in the world to me. But nowyouare the most important thing in the world to me.”
“Rook, your career is never going anywhere if people find out about what she’s like!” Beatrice screamed. “She has to learn to behave herself!”
Rage flooded my veins.
How dare myexpresume to lecture Piper on how she needed to behave. I felt reckless and wild, and when I saw Piper’s eyes turn to me, wicked and light, I knew she had done this to fuck with me, but I couldn’t stop.
“Don’t ever talk to my Omega. You are fired as my campaign manager.”
“Piper is perfect as she is,” I continued, looking at Piper’s fuck-you face, “I like exactly how she is. She’s perfect for me.”
“But the election—” Beatrice began. “Your father—”
“I don’t give a damn about either,” I said. “She’s not a politician’s wife. Because I’m no damn politician. I fucking hate it.”
Teddy and Erain were trying to coax some frightened Betas back to hear me speak, but it was pointless.
“Pack your bags, Beatrice. You have no job in the palace,” I said, dismissing her.
She ran away screaming and I faced my fated mate.
“The more revenge you get,” I told Piper, “the more I fall in love with you.”
Her scent inflamed me, enveloped me with the sweetest rejected pleasure I’d ever dreamed of.
“What would you do instead of being a politician?” Piper asked.
For a second, I was struck silent and how did I ever think I should have been a politician with this grasp of words.
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “Something where I don’t have to talk to so many damn people. I only like talking to people I really care about. Like you.”
“You’re smooth,” she said, pulling her sunglasses down and I’m so filled with desire at the long elegant line of her throat, the way her hoop earrings dangle against her golden skin.
“What will convince you I mean what I say?” I asked, my heart in my throat, and suddenly I’m out of control, everything spinning around me so fast I want to puke.
Because this girl is absolutely my fated mate, the one woman literally designed to match me in every possible way. She’s smarter than me, more confident than me, stronger than me, and she can match me in every way.
And I’ve fucking screwed it up and I don’t know if I can fix it.
I’m the fixer. That’s what I do. I fix shit.
But I don’t know how to fix this.
Her little shrug is like a dagger to my heart.
If she’s our fated mate, why aren’t our scents working on her at all? Did our betrayal somehow fucking screw everything up so that our Alpha scents don’t work?
What if she never goes into heat?
What if I fucking fail?
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