Arianna
“You and the Beta?” Fern asks with a knowing smirk as we leave Nate’s office.
“What about us?” I try to skirt her inquiry.
“Is he your mate?” She asks in a hushed tone.
“You can tell?” I ask.
Fern chuckles, “I figured when he appeared earlier in your room and saw the look you gave each other.”
“Oh, Fern,” I sigh.
“I won’t tell anyone,” She smiles.
“Nate is my mate,” I say.
“And you are happy?” She wonders.
“Yes,” I nod.
She sighs, “I wish my mate had been happy with me. But I am just an omega.”
“Arianna,” A familiar-sounding voice calls to me as we approach the elevators. I see Nate’s sister, Deanna, holding a little boy.
“Dea,” I say as I remember her.
“Deanna,” she smiles, “But you can call me Dea. And this is Bryant.” She nods at the little boy.
“Hi, Bryant,” I
