His Beta of Submission

ten

I see them both stare at one another for a long time, until Ezra broke the eye contact first.

"We're not eating here." He growls, and he walks to me. When he grabs my arm I wondered why he was so angry out of nowhere. Though I felt like it was kind of obvious was the problem was.

"Stellan what are you waiting for?" I hear a woman call his name, and I kept that in mind as we passed one another. Our eyes locked for a fraction of a second and I had this feeling...that he was Ezra's Mate...

Well, his used-to-be Mate.

As I am pulled I could sense he was mad. It was too obvious.

"Ezra, wait." I try stopping him, but every time I went back on my heels I was just yanked on. "Is that your Mate? Ezra!"

"What do you think?!" Ezra yells at me, stopping abruptly in the parking garage. "Why the hell is he even here?! Of all the times he could come here..."

I just stare at his back, wondering if this is where he took...Stellan. Based on his words I must be on the right path.

It's just if he used to take him here...why risk it to begin with. Why mock your own conscience at a place you used to bring your own Mate?

"I think... Ezra stop!" I yell, yanking my own arm from his grip. I stumble back some and end up collapsing onto the ground right on my bottom.

Looking up at him, he stared down painfully. Could tell that he wasn't happy anymore - it was evident. I stayed on the ground, thinking about other places we could go.

That's when I look back up at him and he still looked pained.

"I know a place...we can go to." I mumble, beginning to stand up as I brush the dirt off of me. I was in pastel clothes so it was kind of...obvious.

"Where is that? It better not be a place you've been to with Trenton." He snaps at me, and I snort.

"Yes, it has been; but when we were teens. Before we started dating - we were with friends. Trust me, it's fun." I insist, extending my hand towards him.

It was instinctive because I felt like I was speaking to a child. If I was talking to Remi and he was upset, I'd give him my hand to hold. Except Ezra isn't a child, but a grown man.

He looks at my hand, but ends up grabbing it. I pull him along and we leave the parking garage instead of driving. Could already see the place from here - I never knew it was near here because I never thought of going to this restaurant.

I also was never able to afford the dishes.

As we got closer to the place I stop him now, grinning at the shop. I look up at Ezra and he stared forward as if he was disturbed.

"Did...did you make a mistake?" He asks me, and I frown. "This is a bookstore."

"No mistake. It has good books - I wonder if the owner still works the register." I rest my fingers on the bottom of my lip, smiling excitedly.

I rush inside, pulling Ezra with me. When we were inside there were others inside too, which is to be expected. Except they looked startled by what they were seeing.

There was never this problem before.

"I can't be in such a small place like this."

I look up at Ezra, seeing him shading his face.

"Why not?" I frown, trying to pull him only for him to not even budge. "It's a bookstore - it's really nice."

"Yes, but do you realize who I am?" He whispers at me. I nod because it was pretty obvious. Except it started to make sense.