Cursed Beta And Her Mates
He stared at the ceiling as if asking the gods why they were doing this to us.
Hey, whoever is up there, why are you treating me like this? I wanted to ask the same thing.
“So, I’m guessing that like Ray, you caught my scent and a glowing tattoo appeared on your wrists. What shape is it?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“A crescent moon,” Ray, Bill, and Neville replied in unison.
“Dammit.”
“What’s yours?” Frank asked, lighting the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth.
“A waxing gibbous.”