Page 46 of Cuffed By the Wolf

My brows lower. “So you spied on me on the security cameras.”

“It’s my station. So it’s not spying.”

I shake my head.

He releases my neck as we approach the window.

“Hey, Darryl, how’s it going?” Gavin asks.

“Busy,” he chuckles.

“That’s good to hear.”

“What can I get for you?” Darryl asks.

“Whatever my little omega wants.”

There’s that cocky smirk again.

“I’ll take a funnel cake,” I say.

Once I have my funnel cake, Gavin and I continue on. Beta after beta speaks to Gavin. They all have this twinkle in their eyes.

“Why do they look at you like they’re starstruck?”

“Since my omega ex walked out of my life and I won’t settle down with any of the omegas I was fucking.”

I cringe at the thought of Gavin having sex with them.

He continues. “They think I’d be happier with a beta.”

“Have you ever dated or had sex with a beta?”

“Once. In high school.”

“So even though an omega broke your heart.” I tear off a piece of my funnel cake and push it into his mouth.

What am I doing? We look like a couple.

“You still prefer omegas?”

“I guess it’s the alpha in me. I’d prefer my non-mate to be an omega.”

“Non-mate?”

“Neither you nor I want a mate. So you and I will be non-mates.”

As I turn over his words, he tugs my hand, leading me toward the house of mirrors.

I chew the last piece of powdery, doughy goodness and drop the empty plate into the trash bin.

“Everyone out,” the sheriff barks.

“I’m looking for a suspect,” he says as we move deeper into the mirrors that stretch our bodies into strange, rippling shapes — my legs shrinking to stumps in one panel, my torso wrenched into a wavering hourglass in the next, dozens of warped Sashas following us further into the maze.

The people scurry out of the building.

A tinge of excitement zings through me. “Who are we looking for?” I ask.