Her Alphas
She rips the heels off and growls under her breath.
"Why does height have to be so painful?"
I laugh and she sends me a death glare.
"How are you still wearing yours?" She asks, exasperated.
"Well, for one the pack is a few minutes away, and I have gotten used to them." That last one is a lie, but being the next Alpha, I have to keep up the allusion of nothing getting to me. And nothing includes a measly pair of heels.
My ears perk toward the open front doors, my nose twitching as the scent of a large group of werewolves floods toward us. Rylan grumbles, but straps her feet back into the heels. I turn toward the door, and wait.
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