Jason laughed. “Don’t you want him as your beta?”
Mark shook his head, emphatically. “As much as I love him, that’d just be weird.”
“And you don’t want him telling you what to do,” Will chimed in, grinning.
“Well, that too.” He looked at Jason again. “It’s not him is it?”
“No, you can relax. You get Paul while I’m gone.”
“Oh.” Mark relaxed into his seat. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Any questions?” Jason answered some unrelated queries and then ushered them all out, returning to his bedroom once they’d left.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he picked up the notepad and pen left there earlier, intending to write a list of what he needed to pack. Instead he found himself writing down the names of Jenn’s unit.Rob Davies, Kevin Brown, Rufus Morton, Tom Sharp, Simon Tate, and Neal Lawrence.
He tapped his pencil over the names.
Wes had been their beta before he was arrested and sent to Krillick Hall. Fuck only knew what lies he’d fed them in that time. Jason knew all the members, some better than others, and he had a fair idea who to watch. Snatching up his phone, he typed a quick text to Daryl. Might as well give him a heads up.
Hey, thought this might be of use. Out of Jenn’s pack, ones to def look out for are Rob Daviesand Kevin Brown. Possibly Rufus Moreton if he’s with either Davies or Brown.Sharp was one of the quieter ones, he’d never openly criticised Cam, but Jason’s gut told him to keep an eye on him. He left his name off the list for now though; the others were far more likely to cause trouble.
Daryl replied a few minutes later.
Thanks. Rachel’s unit are a pretty tight-knit, well-disciplined group, thanks to having yearswith Gareth as their beta. Nathan can be prone to act first, think later, but even that’s improvedover the last month or so. It’s unlikely any of them will start anything, but if provoked, they willretaliate. And they can fight.
Jason shuddered as he read. Wes wasn’t anywhere near the beta Gareth had been. He’d left Jenn with a unit who barely trusted each other let alone anyone else. Held together mainly by their dislike of the situation, they were a far cry from how a unit should be.
Fuck.
He rubbed a hand over his eyes, suddenly tired despite the early hour.I think we’re going to endup doing more than just observing, he sent back.
So do I.
Flopping back onto the bed, Jason let out a tired sigh. Stupidly he’d thought, hoped, this would’ve all ended with Newell and Wes being imprisoned. Instead, even Newell’s death hadn’t put an end to it. That bastard was probably laughing in his grave.
Jason stared up at the ceiling for a moment or two before sitting up and turning to a fresh page in
his notebook. Thursday would arrive soon enough. He needed to be ready.
RACHEL KNOCKED on his door Thursday morning, her now familiar scent making him smile as he opened the door. “Welcome back.” He stood aside and ushered her in. “I’d ask you how you’re feeling but you look radiant, so I’m guessing you’re feeling pretty great too.”
She grinned at him, stopping to give him a quick hug as she passed. That close, he detected the subtle change to her scent.
Bonded.
His smile faltered. As happy as he was for her, a flicker of jealousy curled up his spine. What he wouldn’t give to experience what she now shared with Sara. To find someone his wolf connected with on such an instinctual level that the bond itself was palpable. Not everyone liked the idea of their wolf basically deciding for them, and Jason appreciated both viewpoints, but he was a romantic at heart and the idea of a fated mate, someone out there just for him . . . he wanted it.
And each time he saw how happy and settled the others were: Alec, Cam, and now Rachel, it made him want it even more.
Pushing his feelings aside, he asked, “When did you get in?”
She yawned, “Late last night. Traffic was a bitch.”
He led her through to the kitchen and gestured to the kettle. “Tea?”
“Have you got coffee? It’s one of those mornings.”
After getting two mugs out and flicking the kettle on, Jason turned to face her and leant against the worktop. “How’s Sara?”
