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“Leaving,” I stammer, returning my attention to my suitcase. Wilson tries to climb inside, but I gently nudge him away as I fumble with the zipper.
“You’re not leaving.”
I swallow, my hands clenching into fists.
“I’m getting really fucking sick of people telling what to do,” I whisper. “Yes, I’m leaving.”
Grey is silent behind me as I feel his gaze burning into my back.
I struggle with the zipper, a pair of jeans caught in the teeth of it.
“Harper! Hey!” Beau barrels into the room, his hands running through his tangled hair. “Wait. Let’s talk about this. You don’t have to leave.”
Glancing at his handsome face, his eyes hopeful, my heart aches.
Even if he never wanted me inthatway, he would have made a great friend.
Damn it.
I start to cry.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t—"
A sob escapes me, and Beau wraps his powerful arms around me before I can protest. But instead of shying away, I allow him to calm me.
I haven’t known him for twenty-four hours, but there’s a sense of comfort as he holds me.
The tears don’t stop.
“I hate seeing you cry,” he murmurs, as he holds me, his massive hand gently running up and down my spine.
I can feel Grey’s eyes on us, his scent mixing with Beau’s, and it makes me sob harder.
They have an Omega somewhere.
It’s not me.
“Please, don’t cry, beautiful, I can’t stand it,” Beau whispers in my ear desperately, as I sniffle into his chest. “I’ve got you.”
But he doesn’t—at least, not for long.
My reservations are only until the end of the week.
Breathing deeply, focusing on the Alpha’s scents, I pull away from Beau. Grey is still in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists.
“Who was on the phone?” he asks softly, his gaze deadly.
I shake my head.
“Someone who is only going to cause trouble,” I sniffle, wiping at my cheeks. While it’s tempting to stay here, even with James and Grey’s mood swings, I know I can’t.
“Are you in danger?” Grey continues, his eyes narrowing. He hesitates, then steps through the doorway until he’s just a few feet from me.
It dawns on me, then.
He’s not angry at me—he’s angryforme.
I bite my lip and glance between the two Alphas. “Define ‘danger.’”
