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Titus: Wait, what about the alpha you met before them? You never said anything about Kain?

Oh, shit.

I hadn’t said anything about the guys that I’d scent matched with had I? Originally I was going to give them a stellar report, and make sure that Titus took them into his pack. But, I’d already told them that I’d give them a chance.

Why the fuck did I give them a second chance? It was something about the very confident way that Kain said no, as he tried to hide a look of absolute panic that made me reevaluate. Yes, I might not want to deal with a scent match. But I knew the numbers. I’d heard all about the low probabilities directly from a scientist at the Institute. His lecture kind of felt like a sales pitch to me, since he worked at the Valentine’sDivision. Anyway, the important thing was that even though I didn’t want a scent match right now, these alphas might not get another chance. Ever.

It wasn’t like there was anything visibly wrong with Kain. He was drop-dead gorgeous, nice enough and didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would get all weirdly possessive and run off with me into his man-cave or some toxic shit like that. Assuming I wanted to get into a relationship at some point, I guess a scent match wasn’t a bad option? It was like the universe creating a giant billboard from the heavens, telling me via scent that these guys would be a compatible match for me. Should I throw that all away for a chance at a quiet desk job?

Damn, I still hadn’t answered my brother.

Me: he’s okay.

I tried to play it off casually.

I guess that it worked because I didn’t hear anything back from him. Not a single peep during the entire lecture on the biology of alpha ruts. I took notes diligently, making sure to get the exact names of the chemical reactions—the epinephrine and cortisol in the adrenal gland. Something about excitatory amino acids that I missed because I was busy googling the correct spelling.

I was jotting down the last few sentences just as class was ending, when I heard the uproar. There were audible gasps coming from my classmates.

I was vaguely worried that there was something serious happening—like a fire, or maybe one of the Beta-terrorist organizations like the Reset.

It was a legitimate concern, as that group did target omegas in their teens and early twenties. For some reason they believed that young omegas would bring about societalcollapse… by being sexy or putting on too much lipstick or something.

But then I heard one of my classmates whisper, in a voice totally loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, “I want to have all of his babies.”

What the fuck? Why say that?

My gaze snapped up to see the very last person I needed to see right now.

Titus, leaning against the wall, staring right at me.

After weeks of showing my academic potential, I could feel all my effort getting thrown out the window. I was about to be known as the obnoxiously hot alpha’s sister.

Great. Just great.

CHAPTER 10

CHLOE

Titus was dressedin a shirt and jeans that he somehow managed to look designer, even though I was pretty sure that I remember him throwing it in the shopping cart when we’d been out at Target.

One of my classmates just said that she wanted to have his babies.

If I could hear it then Titus could definitely hear it.

Why? Just why?

Now that I was paying attention, the other omegas didn’t look like they were in danger as much as they just low-key wanted to throw themselves at him. Literally throw themselves bodily at him.

Opening my sexual anatomy book, I walked past Titus like I didn’t even see him. In my peripheral vision, I noted how his jaw tensed. His longer stride easily matched mine as he followed me out of the class.

As soon as we were alone, I dropped the act and glared at Titus. “What do you want?”

“Your last text was concerning.”

Which was the last text? Was it the stuff about Emmanuel?

“That guy, Emmanuel… if I hadn’t said anything, how likely would it be for you to put him into your pack?”