The Alpha's Misplaced Mate
She always gets thirsty training; from actually working out, or from staring at the shirtless, mateless warriors, she doesn't know.
"I'll race you there. I bet I'm faster," Charlotte smirks, locking the front door and then taking off in a sprint.
"Bitch," Conrad roars, releasing a frustrated grunt before she takes off after her friend.
Just like in their wolf forms, Conrad is faster, and she catches up to Charlotte quickly once she focuses her efforts on the running.
"This is so unfair, you're a Beta," Charlotte shouts, panting slightly as she continues to force herself to run.
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