Chapter 122 Self control

The Alpha approached them with a purposeful stride. Kyle had told Rosette that Cedric Benson was a warm and funny man. He looked a lot like Will, except with slightly graying temples. He eyed Rosette up and down with some humor on his face. She assumed he and Will had probably discussed her many adventures. They talked amicably as the women unloaded.

Rosette saw what Kyle meant about the women needing protection. The unmated in her pack were salivating at the chance to find a mate. Behind them, no one was in the main lobby of the den; Kyle had ordered it clear. The windows in every room were crowded with faces. Cedric's Betas were watching the faces in the windows intently.

One of the larger men placed his hand on a shivering woman's arm, and Rosette heard him softly reassuring her. Much like in her pack, these Betas took protecting their charges seriously, from real or imagined threats. The woman leaned into his touch and seemed to take some comfort from it.

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