After Alpha Zayd left, Quinn took a shower and went to Jeo's office, determined to be a good beta,
so that at least her father could keep his space in the pack.
Her walk was quiet and lonely, only the marketplace was lively, but Quinn was too caught up in her
thoughts to talk to the people who'd called out to her.
When she got to Jeo's office, she sighed before twisting the knob and stepping inside. He was
already seated behind his desk, a pen in his hand as he stared down at the sheet of paper in front of
him.
Quinn turned to close the door behind her and then walked further into the office. âGood morning,
alpha...what do you request of me today?â
âI see you're here to do your job today after abandoning it yesterday.â
"Yesterday I...I was...â
And he kissed her, he kissed until she could barely breathe, not pulling away until the door was
slammed opened.
Delilah walked in, witnessing the scene with wide eyes, and it was only then he yanked himself away
from her, twisting towards his omega. âDelilah I...â
The bag in her hand fell, and she twisted on her feet, running back through the door with blatant
tears falling down her cheeks.
âDelilah...!" Jeo followed her out, and Quinn fell to her knees, panting to catch her breath. The pain
in Delilahâs eyes resembled that which had been in hers the night she got rejected.
Some people would've been happy to see their enemy receive their karma, but right now, Quinn felt
heartbroken, for herself and for Delilah. She'd wanted to protect that eighteen year old girl from
anything that could hurt her, and seeing her cry just now means that she had failed...what must she
do now?
Everything was really falling apart, Delilah's life and hers...and Jeovanni was the culprit.
How could he love them both? Two sisters; one sweet and girly, the other sweet too but a little
rough. What was wrong with him?
How could he have led on her dear sister just to destroy her in the end...? How could he...?
Tears dripped down Quinn's eyes, and she wiped them shakily. This was all too hard to take in, she
needed to breathe, to think this through, and the only place she could go right now and feel
comfortable was by that tree with her name carved on it.
She stood on her shaky feet, looking down at the bag Delilah had dropped and the food that was
scattered inside of it. Poor thing; it seems she had already fallen too deep for him.