Claimed By A Father And Son
“You didn’t text us back. You didn’t come to breakfast. You didn’t even post a damn meme in the group chat. That only means one thing. Either you’re dead. Or you got absolutely wrecked last night.”
“I vote wrecked,” Raina said immediately, leaning over the desk like a bloodhound in a crop top. Her eyes scanned me up and down, narrowed at the slight tremble in my fingers, then widened like she had just solved the biggest mystery in the fucking world. “Holy shit, you got wrecked. Didn’t you? You let him do it. You let that big, smug, vein-popping Alpha bastard bend you over and ruin you, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t—” I started, but Zia cut me off faster than my own guilt.