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Bowen stiffened beside me as Silas muttered under his breath.
I turned to see a tawny-skinned Beta female with waist-length black hair and expressive brown eyes—eyes that spoke volumes as she looked at Bowen.
She cared for him.
“Chasity,” Bowen said, his voice cautious. “Now is not the time.”
“It’s exactly the time.” Her eyes briefly flicked to mine. “I heard a rumor we had another Omega in the pack, and I just wanted to say hi.” She held her hand toward me. “Chasity, nice to meet you.”
I took her hand, feeling my mates’ unease. “Myla. Nice to meet you too.”
“Well, this was . . . pleasant, but I have to get Myla to the shop now,” Theron said, shooting a glance at Bowen.
What the hell was going on?
“No need to keep her safe from me. I think I’m finally done here.” Chasity’s eyes didn’t leave Bowen’s, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
I looked at them and knew. They’d been together. Chasity was his bedmate before I came along.
“I hope to see you around,” Chasity said to me. Then, she turned and walked away.
The males were silent as if they didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t need comfort. Their past was their past, and she’d bowed out gracefully.
I didn’t feel jealousy or anger—I felt sad.
It was another reminder of the suffering Alpha and Beta females lived with, the sacrifices that had become commonplace in their lives.
“Let’s go,” I said, breaking the stupor that had fallen over them.
We fell back into line.
“Look, you won’t have to deal with her anymore,” Bowen said awkwardly. “I haven’t been with her for a long time, and I’ll make sure—”
“You don’t have to,” I interrupted. “She seems like a good person, and none of this is her fault.”
He paled, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “Right.”
I turned to Bowen, gripping his hand. “It isn’t yours either. This is just how our world is, as unfair as it may be.”
He gave me a grateful smile.
Ten minutes later, we made it to the carpentry building. It was a four-story brick structure, and drilling and hammering could be heard from outside.
Bowen ran his fingers along my shoulder in a feather-light touch. “Have fun today. Don’t let Theron push you around.”
Theron scowled at him.
“Uh . . . I won’t,” I said softly.
“We’ll see you at lunch. Gentry is going to meet up with us on the running grounds,” Silas said.
Bowen and Silas kept walking down the path, and I turned to Theron.
The sun made his hair look like liquid onyx.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“A little,” I admitted. “I’m not sure what to expect.”
