I pull the key from my pocket, unlock the door, and step inside.
She's buried under the blankets, only her blue bonnet visible against the pillow.
"Get up. Now."
Am I being a super dick? Hell yeah.
The irony isn't lost on me. The woman I've loved since we were kids is sleeping under my roof, and I can barely stand to be in the same room with her. Not because I don't want her here, because I want her here too much. But with someone targeting omegas on the campus, we had no choice. We even cleared out all the wolves so Harper could stay.
If she’s low on sleep, Harper’s tough to rouse.
I pull back the blankets, and my eyes trace her beautiful face. Flannel pajamas drape her body. I know every inch of her naked form. I’m the only alpha in my pack who has touched her in ways they dream about. My hand wraps around her foot, tugging her closer.
I miss touching her. My dick and knot swell at the sensation of her soft skin.
“Hey, my bonnet’s coming off,” she mutters sleepily, pulling the satin bonnet back over her colorful foam rollers.
“Come on, move. Class starts in thirty minutes.”
She props herself up on her elbows, her amber eyes locking with mine. “The door was locked. How did you get in?”
“I have the key, Harper.”
She yanks her foot free from my grip, springs up, and storms toward the ensuite bathroom. "Next time, I’ll make sure there’s a chair wedged under the doorknob."
Harper somehow carries the scent of every alpha in my pack—except me.
"If you do that, I’ll just knock the door down."
She snorts, “You’re so dramatic.”
“Harper, you’re here for your protection. Meet me in the kitchen in fifteen minutes.”
She answers by slamming the door shut.
I wander into the kitchen and whip up a quick breakfast, setting it on the marble countertop.
It’s just Harper and me in the house this morning. The guys are out dealing with business. The top priority is catching the murderer.
Sliding into a chair, my mind drifts back to last night. Outside the diner, I watched the beta hold my omega close.
Then Sawyer said something that alarmed him, and he bolted.
With my dark cap pulled low and hands tucked into my jacket pockets, I trailed him from a distance. He pressed his phone to his ear. “Yes, sir. It went well.” Silence followed.
“I understand.” He slipped the phone back into his pocket. Who was on the other end?
Eventually, he glanced over his shoulder, spotting me. Quickening his pace toward his building, I took three long strides and grabbed him by the collar.
“You like dating omegas who belong to packs?” I demanded, spinning him to face me.
He smelled of honey and lemon. What had Harper seen in this beta? Maybe she thought he smelled as comforting as a warm cup of tea.
“No,” he chirped.
His eyes locked onto mine. “You’re Dustin. I’m a big fan,” he says, his voice trembling.
“What’s your name?” I snapped.
