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I’d never be able to fall asleep to this song. I know that the moment I start registering the lyrics.

It has a stronger drum beat with building synths and layers of Beck’s voice singing—no, begging—for attention. My attention, if the lyric about the girl from the stars in the chorus is any indication.

I think I forget to breathe as the music washes over me.

When the song ends, I have to take a second to collect myself.

“Holy shit, wow.”

“You like it?” he asks, perching himself on the coffee table in front of me.

“Like it?” I stare up at him with wide eyes. “I love it!”

And unlike the countless times I’ve been a captive audience to a man playing me his music, I mean it.

CHAPTER 22

Everett

Ican see why they’re all enamored by her.

She’s not at all like I expected her to be.

The media portrays her as this vapid, at best, poisonous, at worst, kind of young woman. But she’s completely different.

She almost seems innocent, bopping along to the music.

And I find myself as enraptured with her as the rest of them, watching and cataloguing her every reaction.

“It has a different sound than your other music,” she comments, smiling up at Beckham.

“I had some good inspiration,” Beckham says, flashing her a wink.

She wrings her hands in her lap.

“No one’s ever written me a song like that,” she murmurs.

“Seriously? But didn’t—” Beckham’s jaw slams shut, and he shakes his head.

“Ezra wrote me songs, but they weren’t like... that. They were mostly about how good I was in bed,” she says, letting out a soft huff of laughter.

Beckham makes a face as if he’d just sucked on a lemon.

I find myself fighting the urge to make a similar expression at the mention of her ex.

It was impossible to escape the photos the paparazzi took of her that night when I was doing my research on her. There was so much blood.

Part of the reason I signed Beckham, besides his undeniable talent, was that protective instinct I can’t help but feel to my core.

“Anyway,” Beckham says, nodding towards me. “Everett produced this one himself.”

Andi turns her gaze towards me, but it skitters away a moment later.

The brief glance is enough to ignite a thrill inside of me. I’m the kind of man who loves the chase. And every cell in my body is screaming at me to chase this pretty little omega down so I can learn all the ways to make her chamomile perfume sweeten with honey as it did earlier.

As quickly as the feeling appears, I do my best to stamp it down.

I may have my own... tastes, but the last thing I would do is impose them on a girl who very clearly has a past with violent alphas. I would be too intense for her.