Page 60 of Wicked Alphas


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There are a lot of things I want to do with Beau.

And they don’t involve gardening.

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By the endof the meal, Beau has made me laugh more times than I can count, and he’s brushed his foot up against mine underneath the table for a good hour.

He tells me stories of growing up in foster care, funny anecdotes about Wilson, and how theAurora Inncame to be.

“Charlotte said there were four owners, though,” I say as we finish dessert, and Beau raises an eyebrow. “Who’s the fourth?”

“They left. It’s just us three.”

I scoff. “Who would not want to own a place like that? It’s beautiful.”

He nods and sighs. “It is. It was always our dream to build a home for ourselves, after being in and out of so many of them.”

“Charlotte says you used to stay there, but now you have your own places.”

Beau shrugs. “Yeah.”

The moment turns awkward, so I change the subject.

“Well, anyway…” I say around the last bite of ice cream, “I’m very glad I met you three.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners and his features soften. “Yeah. Believe me, baby, I am too.”

Baby.

“Not Princess?” I tease.

“Oh, of course,” he smirks. “You’re our Princess.”

“Yours, huh?”

His eyes darken. “Yes.Ours.”

His voice is the lowest I’ve heard it, a deep rumble, and it sends a shockwave directly to my clit.

Yes Alpha yes Alpha I’m yours!

My inner voice screams, but I do my best to silence it.

I can’t want things like this.

I’m a Beta.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Beau says softly. “And you have to stop.”

I swallow. “What do you mean—”

“You’re enough, Harper. Just the way you are.”

My body is aflame, and my head spins at his words.

“You mean it?” I whisper, unsure, as Michael’s words replay in my mind.

Most people don’t like you, Harper.

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