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The camera turns to a group that I can only assume is Pack Four. Three male, one female, they’re all Mid-Western types. The men are farmer boys with broad shoulders and healthy, well-fed forms and the woman has straw-blonde hair and a wholesome, healthy look about her.
The largest alpha in the pack steps forward, his eyes cold, and his mouth twisted. “We told you before we started that it wouldn’t affect our decision, Barbara. We were upfront with you. What happened in the hot tub was your choice. You should have known it wouldn’t mean anything. And after the way you behaved on the ropes course with Beatrice…” he shakes his head. “There was just no way we could see you as our omega.”
“For the last time, I didn’t cheat!” Barbara shouts, stomping her foot.
All the alphas start to growl at the raised tone, but Willard Peters raises his hand, asking for silence. He has an impressive amount of control over the group for a beta. He clasps his hands behind his back and turns to the dark-haired omega standing at Barbara’s right side.
She’s so beautiful, she should have a halo around her. Her eyes are an ice-cold blue like nothing I’ve ever seen, standing out stark and wild against the contrast of her dark, wavy hair. Her skin is pale and smooth in a way that looks cultivated but healthy. She’s one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen, even on television.
“Beatrice, is there anything you would like to say about the ropes course incident?”
“Yeah, we cheated,” Beatrice says, her eyes wide and unblinking. “I told you I would do whatever it took to get that night in the Starlight Suite. A night alone, out of the fucking dorm? I wasn’t going to pass that up. And we never would have gotten caught if it weren’t for Barbara blabbing about the plan.”
“It was your plan,” Barbara hisses.
“Yeah it was,” Beatrice shrugs.
“It is interesting that Beatrice has always been open about her plotting, and she still has three pink roses,” Willard Peters says. “Can one of the other packs tell me why they said ‘maybe’ to Beatrice and ‘no’ to Barbara?”
“Because Beatrice doesn’t try to hide who she is,” says a female alpha in a chic black suit. Her dark hair is slicked back in a chignon, and her black eyes are hard as she stares at the eliminated omega. “Trix made no attempt to lie to us when her cheating came to light. In fact, she said ahead of time that she planned to skip half the course if she saw an opening, and that’s what she did. But Barbara pretended she hadn’t intended to do anything wrong. She lied.”
“And that’s worse?” Willard Peters asks, tilting his head in question.
“Sure it’s worse, if you’re an alpha,” Beatrice replies. “If we beat them by cheating, it’s just us playing games. But lying? That’s disrespectful. At least, that’s what I assume.”
A bunch of the alphas nod, but Barbara makes a sound of derision. “Oh please, and this has nothing to do with who her brother is?” She points a slender finger at Beatrice, whose pretty eyes narrow in anger.
“Shut up about my brother,” she snarls.
A growl rises from the alphas, though I can’t pinpoint who it is. Willard Peters’ eyes widen dramatically, feigning confusion, though it’s very obvious that he knows exactly what Barbara is referencing. “Who is her brother, Barbara?”
“Cut!” a voice calls off-screen, and an alarm sounds to indicate that the session is over. A producer strides forward, her heels clicking aggressively on the marble floors. She has light-brown hair cut in a bob that curves gently around her ears and a confidence about her that screams alpha.
“We’ve been over this, Willard, for fuck’s sake,” she says.
Willard winces. “Sorry, Jenn,” he says sheepishly. “I was just trying—”
“I know, you were trying to pull out as much drama as you can, but we don’t want to go down this road.” She turns to face Barbara with a sharp expression. “As I have told all of you before.”
“Sorry, Jenn,” Barbara says, dropping her head and turning it to the side, showing her neck submissively.
“It’s fine,” Jenn says, though her tone says that it is far from fine. “Alphas, you’re done for the day, you can go. Willard, move on. We have a surprise guest to introduce.”
I square my shoulders and take a deep breath. I’m pretty sure she means me. The alpha packs file out of the room and up the stairs, I assume to return to their living quarters. The omegas are still there, standing on their marks, waiting for the cameras to roll once again.
I jump as the door opens again. It’s a member of the crew gesturing for me to come. Ok, here goes.
Chapter Twenty-one
~Arlo~
I’ve dreamt of bringing Reese to my apartment before. I’ve imagined how it might be, if the two of us decided to try to be together. In my fantasies, though, I had a nice place, not a four-story walk up in a rotting apartment building. As we trudge up the stairs, I try to stop myself from remembering the last time I gave in to this fantasy with my cock in my hand.
Of course, once I start telling myself not to think about it, that’s all I want to do. In my imagination, the two of us were in love, and ready to fuck. He was kissing me, holding me close, then growling in my ear, asking if I was ready to be Pack.
The thought brings back the real-life memories of Reese when he pressed himself inside me; the way he groaned as he stretched me. The way it felt to lose control with him… before I know what’s happening, I’m buzzing with omega lust.
“What are you doing?” Reese growls behind me. He’s been cold and aloof ever since Derek discovered us. I don’t know why he’s pretending that he doesn’t care about Haven, but I don’t buy it for a damned second. He wants her as much as I do. And I’m going to figure out how to get her back.
