Beta to Royal Blood
At the pack's anniversary dinner party, the Alpha, Matt White, told us to write down the gifts we wanted. He would make sure every request was fulfilled.
When it was my turn, the newly arrived intern suddenly snatched the paper and pen out of my hands.
"Mr. White works so hard managing the pack. We can't let him spend money on us! You shouldn't write down your dream gift," she said.
I ignored her, grabbed the list back, and calmly wrote down one item: a washing machine.
Peyton immediately flew into a rage and splashed the champagne on the table straight onto me.
"I told you not to write anything down! As a Beta, how can you be so inconsiderate of Mr. White?"
My coat was completely soak
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