27. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lana

T urns out, Dr. Clarke’s fourth mate is a stereotypical moody Alpha. He hasn’t said much since I let him into the academy, and he has the arrogant swagger of a guy who’s always gotten everything he ever wanted. He’s also hot as hell, big surprise.

The sooner these guys are out of my academy, the better.

Too many gorgeous men in one place is a strange kind of torture.

“All you need to do is sign the guest book,” I start, as I head toward my office door.

Pete’s standing in my way when I get there, and he doesn’t move when I reach for the door handle at his side. His hand catches mine instead, rendering me speechless.

He lowers his head slightly. “I need to speak to Owen alone for a minute, okay?”

I blink at him, before he lets go of my hand. “Uh, sure.”

He opens the office door. “We’ll come inside when we’re done.”

I step into the room, and he closes the door behind me.

“Pete wanted to talk to him?” Shadow asks.

“Uh, yeah. He should just be a minute.”

I’m a little annoyed that he got what he wanted so easily, but there’s no reason I wouldn’t have let Pete speak to his Alpha alone.

I liked that he touched me. I enjoyed it a bit too much. That’s the bigger problem.

Ezra nods. “Shadow and I will leave you to your work once they’ve … figured things out.”

I’m not sure I understand what that means, but Ezra doesn’t explain, and I have too much else to do to think about it anymore.

“No problem,” I tell him, heading back to my desk to pick up what’s left of my coffee.

The half mug is still just warm enough to drink, so I finish it off quickly, hoping for a burst of energy. I put it back down empty, and I look back over at Dr. Clarke.

“How’s our Jane Doe? Did she seem more settled than earlier?”

He nods. “I checked on her before I finished my shift. She’s under light sedation for now, just to make sure she doesn’t harm herself trying to escape or something. Did you hear anything back on getting her a psychologist?”

“Not yet,” I admit. “I know they’re working on it, but it’s not an easy ask. I’ll chase it up in the morning, and I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything back.”

Shadow looks up from where he’s sitting, playing with his phone. “Oh, hey, Lana, were you here when all that Frank Palmer shit went down?”

That Frank Palmer shit.

There’s only been about a million viral social media posts about it.

“I was working on reception before I got this job, so yeah, I was here when that stuff happened.”

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, his eyes lighting up.

“True crime fanatic?” I ask.

He smiles. “Guilty as charged. It’s a crazy case.”

“And it’s something I’m sure Lana doesn’t want to talk about while she’s busy,” Ezra tells him.

Shadow pulls a face, but he gives me an apologetic look afterward.

“Sorry, I know you’re busy.”

“It’s okay,” I tell him.

I can’t really get started until his mates end their private conversation outside my door and all of them go back to Dr Clarke’s suite. So, I move over to the couches and sit down across from Shadow.

“I can’t promise I have the inside scoop, or whatever, but what did you want to know?”

His face lights up as he shows me his phone. “Have you ever seen these two talking about it?”

“I don’t watch a lot of stuff online.”

“Well, they have some interesting ideas …”