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“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I ask, giving her my signature smirk.

Her eyes fall shut as she shudders out a ragged breath.

“On second thought, it might be more fun if you’re a naughty girl.”

Small hands clutch at my chest. “Um, I’ll try to be good, but I might need to get back in the real nest.”

“If it comes to that then we’ll move back in there, but I need to take your temperature and get some food in your system.”

“Okay,” she agrees in a shaky tone.

I release her and she tosses the pillow up by the top of the cushioned mattress before falling to her knees to crawl up. Her ass cheeks hang out the bottom of that tiny little contraption she’s wearing.

A strangled sound escapes my chest.

I’m pretty sure my karma has caught up. Who the hell knows what I’ve done, but it must have been awful.

She’s an absolutely beautiful girl that I happen to be incredibly attracted to... but I’m only here to make sure she’s hydrated and fed.

Sometimes being a beta really fucking sucks.

Chapter Fourteen

Melody

Carver is easy company. He unfolds a couple of fresh blankets and covers us both up before taking my temperature and documenting it.

It’s 105.7, which is actually on the low end for a heat. It doesn’t seem possible that it could be over already, but when I consider it, I realize I’m not sure exactly how many days I was hazy.

I try not to grumble as Carver feeds me a turkey and Swiss sandwich by hand. It’s not something I’m used to. Not at all, but it is nice.

I suppose I’m a very cliché omega because I can’t seem to stop myself from soaking up every bit of attention and care they’ve given me.

I continually remind myself it’s part of his job and not because he wants to care for me.

Betas are meant for betas and alphas are meant for omegas. I’ve heard it my entire life. It’s why my mom pushed and demanded until I broke up with Ben’s brother Luke all those years ago.

Which is incidentally how I ended up with Ben.

Ben being an alpha made him a more logical choice. Add in the fact he never intended to leave town after graduation, and my mom considered him a perfect match.

Yeah, Carver is hot, but he’s a beta.

I know I’m being ridiculous. He’s not asking to date me. He’s helping take care of me because I’m a job. But the tender way he walks me through each bite with soft praises and killer smiles makes this feel like very dangerous territory. Maybe I’m not as settled as I thought. Every time he tells me I’m a good girl as I take a bite, it makes me want to sit on his face.

Or possibly his cock.

Or sit on his face while sucking his cock.

I’m willing to be flexible if need be.

I get attached to people really easily.

I have to be careful here.

Miller said that they would be okay with something happening between us, but I don’t think it’s worth the risk.

No matter what my vagina thinks.