Alpha Thomas
She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip.
I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription.
"Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash."
Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details."
My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown
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