"What are you doing in my house?" Tyler demands, stepping in front of Bella's wheelchair. Shielding her."We came to check on the rumors," the scarred man says. His voice sounds like grinding stones. He looks at me, sniffing the air theatrically. "We heard the Alpha had gone feral in a club. Picked up a stray."Tiara steps forward, her heels bringing her inches from me. She looks me up and down with a sneer that would make a lesser woman crumble."An Omega?" Tiara laughs, a sharp, brittle sound. "You picked up a waitress, Tyler?" She reaches out like she's going to touch my cheap dress, but stops just short, wrinkling her nose. "Look at her. Cheap dress, scuffed shoes. She reeks of desperation and poverty."Heat floods my face. Shame burns through me. I want to shrink. I want to hide. I want to disappear."Is this the heir mother?" the female half of the creepy duo snickers. "The bloodline is doomed.""Get out," Tyler says. His voice is lethal."We're just worried," Tiara coos, turnin
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