Page 57 of Beg for It

They’re mine. My alphas. My beta. Fuck.

What are they going to do when they find out I’ve known and didn’t tell them? Will they hate me, reject me?

So many questions I have no answers for.

The best I can do without driving myself crazy would be to give them a chance. What's the worst that could happen?

Lee has already made it clear they’re not letting me go. I could fight them on it, but we’ve seen how that's worked in the past.

And I don’t think I want to fight them.

Something has shifted between us, and I want to explore and see what could be. There’s this part inside me that yearns for them. Like something is missing. I know it’s because they’re my scent matches, I have no control over how I feel for them, but it doesn’t change anything.

This is my reality, this is how fate chose. So I can fight this, run myself into the ground in the process, or give them a chance.

“I’m so fucked,” I groan, rolling over onto my back and glare up at my ceiling. “What is wrong with me?”

So much. So fucking much.

* * *

I’ve been a wreck today. Everywhere I went, I looked for them. It was a habit only this time it wasn’t so I could avoid them. I wanted to see them. And every time I didn't, disappointment filled me.

My mind had me worrying I did something wrong. Did they not care about where I am anymore? Was it all just a way to fuck with me and now that it’s put behind us, they’re not going to be around like that anymore?

“What is wrong with me?” I mutter to myself as I walk towards my next class. “I’m seriously getting sad about the fact that the unhinged pack isn’t stalking me anymore?”

“No judgment here,” A deep voice has me jumping.

With a hand on my pounding heart, I spin around to find Professor Kennedy standing behind me. “Fucking hell,” I breathe out. “You fucking scared me.”

“Sorry about that,” he chuckles. “I didn’t mean to overhear you, I was just catching up to hand you this,” he holds out a paper. “You rushed out of class before I could give you your paper back. Good job by the way,” I look down to see I got an eighty six and smile. Not bad. “And if you're wondering why River wasn’t in class today, and probably why they’re not following you around like stalker puppies,” he grins. “It’s because Brooks is doing something with the team. And most likely Lee and River are handling…. Business.”

“How do you know so much about them?” I ask, raising a brow.

He gives me a small shrug. “They’re not the only ones who make it their job to know what is going on around here.”

I want to ask him more about that, but I’m too filled with relief by his words. So they’re not around because they're busy. They’re not rejecting me. I can handle that.

Letting out a breath, I let my shoulders relax.

“So, you're with them now?”

“I don’t know,” I rub the back of my head. “Kind of?”

He nods. “I get it. They’re your scent matches. You can’t stay away.” He looks away, as if thinking of something and my stomach stops.

“How do you know?” I whisper, looking around to make sure no one is nearby to listen.

“Let’s just say, I can relate.”

What does that mean? Why is he being so cryptic? Does he have a pack of crazy alphas on his ass?

And what about Jamie? I know there’s something going on there.

Wait… My eyes widen and Beckham narrows his eyes. “Not a word.”

I clamp my lips shut. Holy shit. Does that mean Jamie is his scent match?