Dallas’ p.o.v.
I am walking next to Aunt Eliza, talking about the challenges I am facing with the mess in the Beta office.
Chatter is coming from somewhere up ahead and I assume that it is the training grounds we are approaching.
Charna is keeping an eye on our surroundings and she is also the one who realizes that no one is paying attention to me or the Queen; none of them shows Aunt Eliza any respect. It stands out that this is a group of women training; there are no men around.
However, the moment the rest of our group comes into view, the women all change their attitude and it isn’t for the best.
A brunette walks away from the group of women, her eyes locked on one of my Mates and Charna is growling in my head for the disrespect. It is clear to see that both of them are marked, but it appears that the brunette doesn’t care at all.
I want to take a step forward, but Aunt Eliza places a hand
