Mated With The Beta

Chapter 14. E

It's now Monday morning, Jamie has unsurprisingly not texted me yet.

I'm happy with how things are going with him. He reacted super well with the kiss an-

Shut up, Everett. Sebastian says

Why? What's up? I ask.

I'm happy about Jamie too, but stop thinking about the same things over and over again and just go to see him! Text him please!

It won't hurt to text him once..

I look at the time, it's 10:52, I could text him...

E| Hey, Jameson
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Ugh he's gonna reject me.

I put my phone down in shame.

I sound desperate, even though I waited.

Hearing a notification, I pick my phone back up, excited.

J| Hi Everett, I'm at lunch until 11:10 so whats up?
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E| Nothing, just wanted to see if you text lazily or not. Lol
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J| Man you're a different person thru text lmaoo
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E|Hoe so?
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J|That better be a typo lmfao
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E| How* I didn't notice that lol
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J|Incase you wanted to know what I meant, thats it.
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J| I was laughing like a hyena earlier and people are looking at me like I'm crazy lmaoo
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I've been so late on the internet lately. What dies Lmao mean? I'm 21! I should not be asking these questions yet, atleast in 10 years.

Ugh, I need to be on the internet more.

Checking the time, it was 11:09.

E| Have a good rest of class. ox
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J| 🐂
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Bull emoji? Whatever..

Quirky with spunk that's showing through. We will never be bored again.
Sebastian says, his tail wagging.

" Beta? " a voice says timidly that I recognize as Ollie, the male omega.

" Yes, Ollie? "

He blushes from that. Probably me saying his name. Horny omegas.

" Are you planning on staying in bed all day? Alpha Thomas requests your presence in his office. "

" Tell him to wait a damn minute. I'll be there in 10. "

" Yes, Beta. " Ollie leaves my room.

Standing up, I look at Mochi, unhappy with my sudden movement.

I see myself in my mirror. Yikes

I hadn't gotten up earlier this morning because of being a werewolf, my hair grows very fast.

So I have some uneven itchy stubble on my jaw, my armpit hair overgrowing under my arms, and my pubes are sticking out of my sweatpants. Not to mention my head hair, blech.

Shaving my face and armpits and trimming my pubes, while also dealing with the unruly hair on my head, I put on a sweatshirt and socks (these ones normal) and leave to go to Thomas's office.

Walking in, I see Thomas sitting at his office, on his phone, but now looking at me.

" What's up? " I ask.