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C’mon Princess, look up at me, you’ll know it’s true—
Some part of her had to know.
Shehadto.
The warning signs of Heat were all there.
And how convenient it was that we werejustdiscussing this when she walked in with Beau.
Beau, who smells like her, her honeyed scent all over him.
Beau, who now has the audacity to look sheepish.
Charlotte takes over the conversation, and I’m grateful. My smart mouth would just make things worse, I’m sure.
“Your sickness, Harper,” she says, as my girl continues looking at nothing. “Those are signs of Heat. Michael lied to you. I’m so sorry. I meant to have this conversation privately, but—”
Harper’s head snaps and her eyes meet mine, her expression furious. “Youknew,” she snarls, taking a step back.
“Harper—” Grey tries, but she flattens herself against the wall, holding her hands out.
“YouALLknew?!” she shrieks, her voice cracking. Her eyes fill with tears as she turns her attention to Beau, shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Beau doesn’t have the answer.
But I do. At least, one that will suffice for now.
And I can take her rage if she doesn’t like it.
“Would you have believed us?” I ask her quietly. “Your identification card saysBeta.How could we convince you otherwise?”
She shakes her head. “God. I go from liar to another, right?” she laughs bitterly, wiping away tears that spill down her face. “You could have told me. Any of you.”
Beau looks like he’s about to cry right along with her.
And if she wants to talk about liars…
She doesn’t want to go down that road with me.
Thankfully, Grey speaks up before I say something that will cause all hell to break loose.
“You were traumatized when you came here. Dropping that on you, without proof, would have made it worse, Harper.”
Thank fuck my brother can be the voice of reason for us.
But Harper turns her fury to him. “Isthatwhy you offered me this job?” she hisses, her fists clenched. “Because I’m an Omega? Because of what I couldofferyou?”
Charlotte glances at me worriedly, and it takes all my self-control to not erupt.
“No,” Beau insists, his voice hoarse. “Never. I don’t care if you were an Omega, Beta, or even an Alpha—Harper, you have a gift with the garden. We all want you here. I would have kissed you tonight regardless of who you were. I wanted you to stay, even if we were never involved at all. Just to be near you.”
I sigh. Beau’s always been the hopeless romantic. He practically has hearts in his eyes, even when Harper looks like she wants to murder him.
But Harper’s breathing steadies, and I feel a stab of jealousy at how easily she trusts and believes him.
Her guard is still up, though.
“Can you smell me?” she asks quietly. “Like…how an Omega smells?”
