Page 121 of Wicked Alphas


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“He’s probably spilling his heart out to her. You know Beau.”

I nod. I know my best friend. Ever since we were kids, he’s been overly sensitive.

Harper’s leaving hurt him. And the second time she disappeared, it was like someone put a bullet in his chest.

I’m happy to let him have his time with her.

But mine and Grey’s patience can only last for so long.

* * *

She camein smelling like slick and Beau, and the content look on Beau’s face killed any annoyance I had for him.

He’s at peace.

She showered, and we prepared dinner, which we had in the dining room. Charlotte joined us, and more truths were shared.

Harper finally knows Charlotte was her mentor in the group home, and our first hire at theAurora Inn.

When Harper found out, her smile was so dazzling it took my breath away.

Now as I sit in my room, sketching at my desk, there’s a knock on my door followed by a familiar, sweet scent.

“You know you don’t have to knock,” I say, a smirk forming on my lips.

There’s a huff, then Harper swings open the door. She’s dressed for bed in sleep shorts and a long shirt, and my inner Alpha growls.

Her pupils are dilated and her face is flushed.

Just as we suspected, her Heat is starting soon.

I can’t fuckingwait.

There’s something I want, and this time, I know she won’t run away when I ask for it.

Her hunger matches mine, and she’s kissing me before I can even say hello.

“Good evening to you, too, Princess,” I chuckle, pulling her into my lap. She stays perched on my thigh, and her breathing hitches as I press a kiss to her neck.

“I wanted to thank you,” she breathes. “For setting up my room.”

I chuckle. “You deserve it. No need to thank me.”

He wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles me, making my heart beat rapidly. “I missed you,” she whispers, her voice breaking.

Ah. The one thing that will make me break.

“Shh, Princess,” I whisper, stroking her back. “I’m here. No more tears.”

She shifts in my lap, and my cock stands hard at attention. Even through the thick denim, she should be able to feel it.

Fuck. I want her.

Her scent spikes with arousal even as she sniffles, and I do my best to remain a gentleman.

But it’s hard.

Literally.

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