Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Slater

As soon as Rhett was wheeled into the operating room, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a text from the private investigator I’d been using.

Need to see you. Usual spot!!!

I stared at the message, thinking about the drugs in my cross bag. This was a perfect opportunity for me to give him the drugs and ask him to run a sample of what they are, but the problem was that I didn’t know how to leave the hospital.

I turned to look at Charis, who was already pacing anxiously, and Kael, sitting on the waiting bench with a calm air. Still didn’t know how he did that.

I didn’t want to seem insensitive or do anything suspicious, so I leaned on the wall and scrolled through my phone aimlessly while I racked my brain thinking of a way to leave.

I watched as Kael finally went to Charis, gently stopping and settling her on the waiting bench, as always, his little romantic acts didn’t sit well with me. I knew he liked Charis; the guy was showing it in his actions, but what worried me most was how receptive Charis was to his affection.

She was actively encouraging him. I’ve wanted to talk to her about this a million times, but it’s just that I don’t want to sound like the bitter ex.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and Rhett’s father, Alpha Terry, walked in. He’d changed from his formal clothing to something casual. No one acknowledged his presence, and he didn’t want to be acknowledged.

Instead, he sat on the waiting bench opposite Slater.

I waited for a few minutes before walking up to Kael and Charis.

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