Chapter 3

The first post was a blurry, secretly recorded video. I was carrying Ethan out of the apartment building, with him huddled in my arms, his face buried in the crook of my neck. 

He’d been sedated, so he was completely limp, like he had no bones at all. 

I was so desperate to get him to the hospital that after I tore off the suppressant patch from my neck, I forgot to reapply it, so My scent leaked out. 

The comments section blew up. 

[Who’s carrying Ethan? Ms. Johnson’s a Beta, she shouldn’t have that kind of scent.] 

[With that intensity, it’s gotta be a top Alpha.] 

[Damn, is Ethan caught cheating for real?]