The Beta's Blind Date
Already acting like a true beta female, ready to help her pack and her alpha, doing whatever needs to be done.
Blake’s smirk catches my eye, and I look at her, my brow raised.
“Whipped,” she says, coughing into her hand to cover the word.
I pretend to glare and point at her. “Hey! That’s Beta Whipped to you.”
Taryn laughs and I wrap my arm around her, mimicking Dawson’s pose with Blake, enjoying the chatter and laughter exchanged between my friends and Taryn’s, enjoying the small moment of camaraderie and peace before we face the next storm on our horizon.