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It’s other Alphas I’m not so sure about.
All because I was a dumb kid when I thought I had Alphas all figured out.
I put myself in a situation a teenager should never be in, and it made me realize how much power Alphas really have over Betas. I wasn’t ready for sex, but I told myself I was, because he clearly already expected it, and he was so handsome and alluring that I knew I couldn’t say no to anything he asked of me.
Thinking about that night now gives me shivers.
Maybe he didn’t know I was too young to consent.
Maybe he didn’t care.
We were both drunk.
He didn’t ask my name, and I left when it was over, needing to find someplace to bawl my eyes out over the dumb mistake that made me realize I wasn’t half as grown up as I’d thought I was.
I’m never going to know his side of the story, because he died around the same time I was just finding out our encounter had left me pregnant. The idiot was into extreme sports, because of course he was. Alphas are known risk-takers. They don’t think twice about that kind of stuff.
It makes them dangerous.
Frank Palmer was an Alpha, and he was the most vicious, evil person the F.B.I. had ever hunted.
I know how brutal he was. I felt it every time his knife plunged into my body.
I fought him until I passed out, certain I was going to die.
By some miracle, Ryan and Seth, two of my daughter’s fated mates and two of Frank’s illegitimate sons, managed to kill their father and save my life before it was late.
I pace around the living room while I wait for my escort to arrive to take me to Secret’s apartment.
I play with the sleeves of my sweater. I’m a little warm, but I don’t like to wear short sleeves anymore. I don’t just have scars on my torso. I also have scars on my forearms. Defensive wounds from the attack.
I’ve already checked my only unhealed wound, applied a fresh bandage and made sure to wear a black cami under my black sweater to hide the blood if it decides to bleed again.
I probably look like I’m on my way to a funeral.
Black slacks, black boots, black sweater.
I sling my purse over my shoulder, making sure it doesn’t touch my wound, as I hear Ryan’s short, sharp knock on the apartment door.
I grab my keys and pause to peek out of the peephole before I unwedge the door and unlock it.
Secret’s childhood best friend is a Beta who spent most of his adult life working in security while he tried to ensure his mother’s safety from Frank Palmer. He always seemed like a nice kid.
“Ready to go?” Ryan asks, his gaze moving past me into the apartment.
I don’t think there’s really anything for him to see, but that little glance makes me paranoid.
“Ready,” I tell him, stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind me.
He moves out of the way, heading toward the stairs.
“You know, there’s an apartment opening up in our building,” he tells me as I lock the door.
“I’m pretty sure your building’s out of my price range,” I tell him.
The apartments aren’t much bigger than mine, but that’s not what makes it way more expensive.
It’s a newer building, and the separate rooms were the biggest selling point when it was built.
