Claimed By The Twins Alphas
"Dylan doesn't even remember your name. He’s happy. He’s at home, ruling our pack while I’m here representing our interests. You? You’re a stain on our history."
The Lunar Crest wolves moved in, circling me. They were blocking me from the view of the main floor, creating a wall of hostile bodies.
"I heard the Knox twins are picky," another wolf, Leo, said with a smug grin. "Do they let you eat at the table, or do you have to beg for scraps on the floor like the bitch you are?"
"Probably the floor," Silas added, reaching out and grabbing a lock of my hair. He yanked it hard, forcing my head back. "She always did look better on her knees."