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“Don’t act so surprised. The academy’s whole purpose is to prepare omegas to roll over on their backs for their alphas.” That wasn’t necessarily true, but it did feel like most of my peers would do just that if that meant they could live a life of luxury.

“If that’s the case, then how the hell did you make it past the first semester?”

I shrugged because I honestly didn’t know. “Fake it ‘til you make it.”

“Is that what you were hoping to do here? Fake being your sister until we bonded with you?” My mouth opened in shock at his accusation. I’d tried to tell everyone it was impossible for me to match with this pack.

“Beckett,” Kane growled in warning. “You don’t have to be an asshole. It honestly seems like a mistake on Omega Match’s end.”

“That’s enough,” Rio barked from the entry of the kitchen. I hadn’t even realized he’d been watching the whole exchange. “Let’s go call Brian and discuss this as a pack in private. Tossing accusations around isn’t helping anyone.”

Beckett pushed away from the counter and left the kitchen without another word. But he didn’t need to say anything for me to know he was thinking about wringing my neck.

“Eat your breakfast. This shouldn’t take long. I’m sorry he’s the way he is.” Kane tapped the counter as if that was going to comfort me any and followed Rio and Beckett.

I heard them yell for Rylan, and a minute later heard him ask what was going on. The French toast was calling to me, but the need to know what was happening was strong, so I jumped up and quickly went toward their voices coming from downstairs.

From the kitchen, I wouldn’t have been able to hear them, but I was able to sit about halfway down the staircase without them seeing me from where they were.

“Brian isn’t answering his fucking phone,” Beckett said. “What does the paperwork we signed say?”

“You don’t list your matches on it. That’s just to agree to all of the government’s rules about using Omega Match... which we broke by letting Brian take care of it all for us.” Rio sighed. “Let me call them and see if it was a mix-up.”

“Even if it was, we aren’t sending her back,” Kane grumbled. “Just because Beck has his panties in a knot doesn’t mean we all have to suffer.”

“We could send her back, but then what? We’d have to wait a whole year to match again. I don’t know her well enough yet to say what we should do, but shouldn’t we give her a chance?” Rylan said.

“Look at the mess she’s already made and imagine this next week during playoffs or the championship.” Beckett seemed to only care about his precious Alphaball, and I clenched my fists in my lap.

“Omega Match, this is Brandie. How can I help you?” I was so grateful for speakerphone.

“Hello, Brandie. This is Nazario Perez, part of Beckett Thomas’s pack. I wanted to check to see who we put on our match list.”

“Let me see... I see here you matched with Kayla Sterling, and she was marked as moved into your pack house. Was there an issue I could help you with?” Brandie sounded confused, and I couldn’t blame her.

“Was she the only one we put on our match list?”

“Yes, and it looks like your pack is the only one she put on hers. That’s fantastic that you liked each other enough to only put each other. Romantic, really. Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all. Just some confusion is all. Kayla tells us she opted out of matching but somehow still matched with us.” Rio was doing a good job of not bringing up Brian, but maybe he should have.

“That’s impossible. Hold on just a moment while I look at her file.” There was silence, and it seemed to stretch on forever. “Her signature is on the forms as accepting the match as final along with your pack being the only one listed.”

Impossible.

“Thank you so much, Brandie. We really appreciate you answering our questions.” I heard the tone of the call ending and held my breath.

“She lied about opting out.” Beckett sounded smug as hell, and if I’d been downstairs, I would have smacked it out of him. “I know it’s going to cost us, but let’s start the paperwork now to send her back. We don’t have the time to deal with this.”

“Now, wait just a fucking second. You don’t just get to decide this.” Rio’s voice was louder now and coming closer to the stairs.

I moved like my ass was on fire and ran back to the kitchen, nearly falling over my own feet as I got on the barstool and started shoveling French toast into my mouth.

This was exactly what I wanted. So, why did it make my chest hurt to hear it?

CHAPTERNINE

Rylan

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