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"Why do you smell like my beta?" He asks, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. The heat from his body comes off in waves, as does the anger I can now see in his eyes. My eyes go wide, unsure of what to respond. "I-I," I stutter, yet can't force any words out of my mouth. "Have you been hooking up with him since he came here?" He demands, referring to the Beta's appointment. Well, actually I've been hooking up with him before I knew he was beta. "No! I-" "Liar!" He yells at me, his body pressing up against me and his face coming closer to mine. I don't say anything. Instead I just look up at him in fear as I breathe in his provocative scent that is driving me crazy.Finally, he backs away, turning away from me before beginning to pace to and from me. He seems to be battling some kind of internal war but I'm too frightened to move from my spot. "Have you or have you not slept with Beta Lucas Marx?" He stops, looking at me with very stern, serious eyes. I gulp, not sure why I would get in trouble if I responded honestly yet still terrified to respond honestly. Seconds drag by and I hope that he will just let it go. He doesn't. "Answer me!" He yells, approaching me quickly and wedging me between his body and the door again. Tears fall out of my eyes as I nod my head, confused as to why he cares so much yet guilty for my answer. "Fuck!" He screams, turning around and kicking a side table in the room, causing it to tumble over and crash, the crystal lamp on top of it shattering. ## {current word count: 62,000}
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