Mated to the Alpha and His Beta

Chapter 207
Lanie
It was easier to get inside than I’d thought it would be. Apparently, nobody looks twice at someone who
seems to be exactly what he’s supposed to be. I just kept my head down and my voice gruff and no-nonsense.
I was inside.
Too bad wearing this guy’s face didn’t also transfer all of his memories to me. I had no idea where to go,
so I just started walking. There were a few signs, but nothing that screamed “here’s the room where we keep
babies.”
The scent of coffee had me salivating, and I paused outside a room with an open door. The coffee scent
was even stronger in there. It wouldn’t be where the twins were being held, but I needed an excuse to linger
while I figured it out.
I helped myself to a paper cup of coffee, marveling at the size of my hands. Looking like Philips was one thing, but I also had to move inside his body, operating it like a puppet. This was nothing like when I shifted
and Lily took control of our consciousness.
S hit. It hadn’t occurred to me that I actually had a d ick now. I shifted from foot to foot at the thought.

“Ants in your pants?” The voice came from behind me as the person pushed past to get at the coffee
maker. The man looked about Philips’s age. My age, I reminded myself. “Where the hell have
you
been?”
I cleared my throat. “Apologies. sir, I needed caffeine. Bad night’s sleep.”
I kept my voice low and rough. I had no idea about what the patches on his uniform meant, but I’d added
the “sir” just in case he was higher ranking than Philips. It seemed I’d made the right choice, because the guy
-his name badge said Franklin, poured himself some coffee and lifted his cup in my direction.
“Yeah, that’s going around. You gotta cover Smith’s post today.” Franklin sipped, wincing. “Coffee’s s hit
today. Anyway, Smith was called away to provide protection to the High Council. So you’re covering”
The question blurted out of me before I could stop myself. “Why does the High Council need more
protection?”
Sh it. Had I just given myself away? Would Philips have dared to ask Franklin a question like that? I braced myself, but Franklin didn’t seem too put out.
He shrugged, dumped the coffee down the sink, and tossed the cup into the trash. “Your guess is as good as mine. I heard something about a vampire coup, killing all the Alphas. Something like that.”
He sounded totally unconcerned, but ice flashed through my entire body. Well, Philips’s body. My back snapped up straight, shoulders squaring. My guts tumbled and twisted.
Fortunately for me, Franklin had bent to look in the fridge, his top half hidden behind the open door. I
didn’t call out the lie, obviously, and by the time he closed the door to show off the bottle of iced tea in one hand, I’d managed to compose myself.
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klin eyed me. “You got something else going on today that I should know about? You look like s hit.”
“No, sir. Just that bad night’s sleep, like I said.”
He lowered his voice and leaned in. “You’d better get to Smith’s post. You know we can’t keep those yahoos waiting. I’m headed that way, we can walk together. I gotta tell you about this date I had with a hot
little honey…”
The leer on his face grossed me out, but I sent up a prayer to the Moon Goddess for watching out for me.