Falcon, Harper and Jay.
All true mates of mine.
She clears her throat. “Uh, I should go sort this … mess.”
“Oh.” I let go of her reluctantly. “I can help …”
Her arms shake a little as I let go of the tray, but she gets it under control.
“It’s fine,” she mumbles, moving further back and turning away from me.
“Shayne!” Shadow calls out, from the side of the dancefloor.
He throws me a questioning glance.
I can’t help but look back one last time. She’s walking toward a set of double doors a few feet away. I’m reluctant to just let her leave like this, but if she works here, she shouldn’t be hard to find when we get back.
“What was that about?” Shadow asks as I catch up to him.
Considering I haven’t talked to Falcon about it yet, I don’t think I should be telling my kid brother I found another true mate who happens to work at Goldcrest.
“I bumped into a waitress, and she was a little shaky afterward, that’s all,” I tell him, as we walk through the field of disco lights and groups of people who are definitely not dancing.
“The Alpha effect,” Shadow jokes. “She probably has to go sit down before she faints.”
“Maybe if she’d bumped into Falcon,” I joke back.
“Must be some lead Alpha. Can’t wait to meet him.”
He gets us to the doors Falcon was planning to exit through, and he leads me out into a well-lit corridor. A Beta with tattooed arms and hands is standing to the side of the doors when we get there. He gives me a once over and frowns at Shadow.
“This guy’s your brother? I don’t see the resemblance.”
His rough-sounding British accent takes me by surprise.
Shadow rolls his eyes. “Shayne, this is Pete. He’s one of my mates.”
“Hey,” I murmur in greeting.
He’s probably the same height as me, but the guy has that imposing Alpha grit to him that Falcon has in spades. He’s a Delta, for sure.
“Hey,” Pete mutters back. “Owen’s in Lana’s office with the intruder. They’re just waiting for us now.”
“He’s not an intruder,” Shadow informs him, while Pete starts to lead the way down the corridor.
“Mm hm,” Pete responds, not sounding impressed.
“His name is Falcon, and he’s the lead Alpha in my brother Shayne’s pack.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t try to break into Lana’s school. He’s still an intruder.”
Shadow looks at me in exasperation. “Ignore him, please. He’s not being intentionally rude.”
“Sure. He’s British. They all sound like that,” I joke, shrugging when Shadow’s eyes widen.
Pete snorts, and I gesture toward him.
“See?”
