The Blind Alpha
I yelled back, my voice hoarse from disuse.
Opening the door, I was met with Ellie's beaming face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with an uncontainable excitement. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she chirped, wrapping me in a tight hug. "Thanks again for standing up for me yesterday. You have no idea what a relief it is to have Mathew out of the picture."
Mathew, Ellie's soon-to-be-mate, well, ex-soon-to-be-mate, had finally rejected her. The pack had rejoiced, myself included. Mathew's controlling behavior and constant put-downs had made Ellie miserable for far too long.
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