All Chapters of The Beta's Blind Date: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

REID POVBuzz. Buzz. Buzz.My phone vibrates against my chest, laying where I dropped it as I finally drifted off to sleep last night. I’d stayed up well into the early morning hours, sleep evading me, my wolf pacing and whining in my mind. I searched the werewolf research database on my phone for a while, hunting for anything I could find on one sided mate bonds or small wolf forms.When my search was once again fruitless — as I should have known it would be — I switched to those paranormal romance stories I found that first night after I met Taryn. I needed something to distract me from the ache caused by our distance. I’d had to weed through a lot of terrible books, but I eventually found a few authors who seemed to know what they were writing about.Maybe those authors are supernaturals in disguise.I lift my phone and tap the button that snoozes my alarm, setting it back down on my chest all without even opening my eyes. But it buzzes again right away, tickling my bare chest.I bl

TARYN POV Reid waits for me on the front steps of Crescent Lake’s large log cabin packhouse, his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants and his knee bouncing. He tracks my every movement up the stairs, his eyes leaving behind a heat that brands not just my skin, but my soul. His body is tense, muscles rippling under his black t-shirt, and his fists clench in his pockets. “Hey,” I say as I reach him, stopping one step below where he stands. I stare up at him, hands on the backs of my hips, waiting. For what, I don’t know. Maybe for him to pull me in the rest of the way, to hug me like he did yesterday after I pinned him? Or for him to tell me he missed me as much as I missed him? He stares back at me, his eyes scanning my body, leaving that heated trail behind. It’s not like when Kent checked me out last night. That look sent my stomach roiling and my skin crawling. But Reid’s look — him checking to see if I’m all right — turns my insides to mush and fills my heart with warmth.

TARYN POV Reid’s arms are around me, holding me close, keeping me safe, my head against his chest and over his heart. He lowers his face to the top of my head, lips moving, voice whispering, but I don’t hear what he says over the beating of his heart in his chest. His lips brush against my hair as he speaks, and he breathes in, long and slow. His hand strokes my back, sliding down almost to my butt, and then just when I think he’ll move it lower, when I think he’ll caress it and squeeze it, he slides his hand back up. He cradles the back of my neck, thumb tracing my skin, sending little zings of desire through me. Heat spreads through me from each spot our bodies touch, and I press my palms into his chest, seeking more of his touch and the delightful sensations it brings me. “Honestly, it’s probably better this way. I’d never have gotten to know you otherwise. Or seen who you are on the inside. I’d never have accepted my feelings for you,” he says. His voice is tight and thick, but

REID POV Music blares, the bass thumps, and voices ring, the scent of beer and other alcoholic beverages mixing with the sweat of the occupants of The Thirsty Moose, our haunt for the night. The entire crew is here — well, the wedding party at least — for a combined bachelor-bachelorette party that’s not a bachelor-bachelorette party, because neither Wes nor Haven wanted to do the traditional “last night out” before their wedding. Instead, they brought us all out to karaoke night at the local supernatural bar, run by Jake, a moose shifter from Canada. We’re seated at a circular booth in a corner of the bar, drinks and snacks spread across the table, all of us waiting our turn to take the stage and sing. Or most of us. I already told everyone I would not sing. Karaoke is not my thing. Sebastian elbows me in the ribs and nods towards the door. “Isn’t that your girl?” I follow his gaze, and, sure enough, walking through the front door of the bar is Taryn. Taryn, and another she-wolf

REID POV “Hey there, you,” Taryn says as she walks up to me on the training field at Crescent Lake with a smile on her face. I pull her into a hug, no longer worried about who is watching or what they think. She is my girl. And soon she’ll know the full extent of the truth of those words. I can’t keep it from her anymore. Not after our moment in the bar over the weekend. Not after I promised her I was all in. I need her help, too. I tried to figure it out all on my own, but that isn’t working. And while I could ask others for help — Wesley or even Sebastian — I should tell her the truth before I tell anyone else. I owe her that. But I’m waiting until after her challenge tomorrow. She needs to focus on that, and my confession will just be a distraction. She takes in a deep breath and burrows her face into my chest, and I curl myself more around her, shielding her from the cold. She fits against me like a little puzzle piece, her curves and muscles lining up with the hard planes o