Page 8 of The Beta: Part One

“Fine,” I say back, and leave her to stew.

This dinner is going to be an absolute disaster. I almost hope it is enough of one to give me a reason to send her away. I march back upstairs to my room and find that Jasper has decided to sleep in my bed tonight. He tends to sleep with one of us each night, or some of us. I love it when I get to keep him to myself all night. I’ll always share with the other guys, and he often needs more than one of us to make him feel totally secure, but having him in my arms to touch and kiss without anyone else there with us is my favorite guilty pleasure.

He wakes up when I crawl into the bed and pull him into me. He’s so warm and feels so good against me, especially when he grinds his sweet little ass into me. “What did she say?” he asks in his sexy sleepy voice.

“She isn’t any happier about going than we are to take her. But we will have to get her a dress. They won’t let her through the door if she’s not dressed to code. I’m thinking we get her something in lime green, or puce,” I plunk a kiss onto his crown.

“No,” he says, “I’ll pick her dress. If she’s with us she needs to look good.”

I don’t care, if he wants to pick out her dress that’s better for me, and it might make him feel better about it all if he can control part of it.

The days slip by uneventfully, other than learning that Jasper is becoming very comfortable with the beta. He’s even calling her by her name. I don’t know exactly what they talk about when they’re folding laundry or while they’re cooking together, but they certainly look happy about whatever it is. Jasper has been more relaxed this week than he has been in months, and that has completely blindsided me. He has been giving his best effort to dislike her; and from what I can tell she hasn’t done all that much to change his mind, other than doing things exactly the way he says to do them down to the tiniest detail.

She also keeps him in treats, flowers, and books. I’m trying not to be angry with myself for not knowing how much he enjoys receiving flowers or reading, and I’m trying even harder to not be jealous of the smiles he fights when she gives him those things. But I am. I’m angry and jealous, and becoming even more suspicious.

I originally thought she was here to try to push us away from him and put herself in his place, but now it may be that she’s here to steal him for herself. Realistically, that can't be it because a female beta can’t do anything for a male omega during his heat. He needs an alpha when he’s in heat. In Jasper's case, he needs all four of us to keep him satisfied during that week. The way she prioritizes him over everything else is just bothersome because it’s so completely unexpected. Jasper is enjoying it though, I can tell; so I can’t complain about it. He’s still the only one she actually submits to or tries to please.

The dress he ordered for her arrives the morning of the dinner. I’m fairly sure he ordered it to match his suit, and he ordered each of us coordinating bow ties and socks, too. He always looks beautiful for events, and we always dress to compliment him. He revels in the attention we get when we’re all together dressed to impress.

With a female, though, it will be a different dynamic. I was worried that he would feel like we, him included, would look like we were dressing to match her; but he surprised me. From what I can gather, the two of them will look like they are attending together and the four of us alphas are there as accessories.

He laughed a little too hard when I put it to him like that and said he just wanted to make sure our pack looks better and more put together than any of the others. I’m trying to not let that bother me either, because I’ll do anything for his laugh and I’ll do more than that for his happiness. He really enjoyed finding the perfect dress for her. I’ll buy this girl a whole new wardrobe and he can dress her up every day if it makes him this happy.

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