Storm nods, a grin lighting his face. "You’re right. It’s worth a try."
"And the best part," Damien adds, "is that he has influence not only in Beta Activation, but also knows people at Second Chance. He could help us pull some strings."
"True!" Storm agrees.
Jordan gives them a thin smile.
"The most important thing is that Second Chance also has no obligation to provide that kind of tests to Beta Activation. I checked this, so Mr. Gessler can relax."
"Perfect. Jordan, you’re a lifesaver. That will calm Gessler’s ass down, for sure," Storm says, grinning.
Jordan wrinkles his nose. "Don’t celebrate yet. Make the calls first."
"I’m on it," Damien mutters, pulling out his phone, while both Jordan and Storm nod, looking far more optimistic now.
I sit there and watch them, listening to Damien talk. Did he call his uncle ‘Blue’?
But more importantly, is thisthemoment?
Is my fate about to change, just like that?
What a rollercoaster!
It feels unreal. The way everything has unfolded today feels dreamlike, and I suddenly realize that this possibility is starting to solidify, emerging from the vague, foggy outline it had just moments ago.
Again, my thoughts drift to Salt.
I don’t really know this man, but does that matter right now?
There’s a low, steady buzz of excitement I wasn’t expecting. A shiver runs back and forth over my body as the conversation continues, and I sense Damien’s rising optimism, his smiling face turning toward me.
Something new is coming.
That much is certain.
SALT
Late in the morning, Storm approaches my booth with a young alpha. At first, I do not think much of it. Sure, I glance at him, because he is seriously hot. The guy looks like he could be a model, and his body is even better, downright mouthwatering. Hard muscle lines are visible beneath his simple T-shirt.
Is he some kind of security recruit?
After the recent bombing incident on Fate’s Choice grounds, they must have hired an army of guards to make visitors feel safe. He is probably just another one of them.
I do sneak a look once or twice, but he’s still an alpha, duh.
While Storm talks to Mr. Gessler, the handsome stud keeps standing next to my booth, which is strange.
I am a decent judge of people, and it slowly dawns on me that something is off. He does not look like someone applying for a security job.
Storm and the alpha exchange a few more words.
Then suddenly, the whole group heads toward my booth. The door opens, and they all step inside.
What follows is completely unbelievable. Storm claims the guy is my True Mate, which is absurd and pure fantasy.
I might believe that a purple alpha could somehowscentpotential compatibility between an alpha and an omega, but I am a beta with no Allure scent! There is absolutely no way to sense something like that with me.
Still, Storm presents one convincing argument. My contract could be bought by someone far worse than this kid. And I have to remember that my plan has nothing to do with a serious pursuit of a husband. I should not be picky.
