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Adjusting my glasses, I lean forward as I watch him approach the job board. He’s twisting his fingers together in anxiety, and I huff in amusement. River texted the group chat about how hard Camden was earlier when he was shoved into the janitor’s closet. There are many layers to this little beta, and I want to pull them all apart.

Camden ignores the job offers that I threw on the ground, and gazes at the board, his eyes looking for new opportunities. His fingers reach out to touch the bright red flyer I put up, as if he’s being drawn to it, making me grin.

Come on, take it. Do it.

My breaths come out in puffs of excitement as I watch him pull the flyer off the pin, making me wince as it rips a little at the top. Ugh, it was so perfect, but it’s serving its purpose. Camden turns quickly, glancing around the room, and I pull back into the shadows beyond the half wall of the top floor. I don’t want him to see me, and it’s clear he feels eyes on him. Next, he forces a breath in and out as he gazes up before shaking his head in annoyance.

Paranoia without a clear reason must be very frustrating. I can’t give him even an ounce of sympathy, though. Camden deserves everything coming for him, and he’s taking the bait hook, line, and sinker as he hurries out of the building with the flyer clutched in his hand.

Grinning in triumph, I pull my phone out to text my pack group chat.

Me:

The little beta took the flyer. The number on it goes to our hiring manager, who knows to keep an eye out for his name. Jason has no idea why he’s important. But he’ll make sure he gets a job at the club.

River:

Game. Set. Match. Good job. Are you coming home soon? My cock is still hard from the little cock tease earlier.

My lips twitch at his words. I really thought he’d have taken care of it, but Brooks may be at football practice. Well… don’t mind if I do.

Closing my laptop, I text him back.

Me:

A juicy cock all for me? Don’t mind if I do. I’m on my way.

CHAPTERFOUR

CAMDEN

Have you ever felt you were trapped under water, and all the sounds around you were muffled while a ringing in your ear comes clear as day?

That’s me right now.

My hands claw at my chest as I struggle to breathe. Stumbling back, I connect with something hard and lean back against it, eyes widening as I stare into the darkness of the closet, struggling to breathe.

This can’t be happening. No. Please, god no. Anyone but him. But them.

Closing my eyes, I whimper, tucking my knees up to my chest as I wrap my arms around them. Resting my forehead against my knees, I try to focus on catching my breath.

Breathe Camden, breathe.

In and out. In and out.

With each inhale, I manage to get enough air to stop my head from spinning.

When River pulled me into the closet, at first I was confused, frightened, but the moment that wore off, I smelled it. Him. The scent of the richest, sweetest coffee I’ve ever smelled.

Inside me, something clicked and I just knew. I knew that this asshole of an alpha, who’s made it his life’s mission to fuck with me for no good reason, was my scent match. My fucking scent match.

What have I done that was bad enough to warrant the universe sitting back and laughing at me like I was the butt of some joke?

The shitty suppressants I’m on have dulled my sense of smell, one of the many side effects. That's why I haven’t smelled him before. He’s never been close enough for me to be able to.

But I smelled him just now. Boy did I fucking ever. And now I wish more than anything I didn’t.

Shame crawls along my skin at how my cock was so hard for him. I was on the verge of leaking slick for that bastard.