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The anger rolled off my grandmother in waves and she stood up and began pacing. She was ranting in Spanish, clearly fuming and my grandfather’s eyes had narrowed into slits. I could feel the anger rolling off both of them in waves.

“Please, you do not need to worry, I am alright. I accepted his rejection, and I just want to move on.” I pleaded.

“You should have seen it,” my dad butts in, “That punk told her she was weak and unworthy, and then when she accepted his rejection he collapsed onto the floor and groaned uncontrollably at the pain while Raine stood strong never letting her emotions escape for his enjoyment. I was really proud. Clearly you both know and like this Matthew, but anyone who rejects someone based solely on rank does not deserve Raine.”

He was basically bragging about me letting the gamma suffer while I held in my pain but I allowed it. It was technically the truth. My grandparents absorbed what