The Rejected Hybrid Luna
I insist, sounding like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Chill,” Yevgeniy says, shaking his head in disagreement. “Finish your food so you can join the Sigmas’ session early.”
I stand, irritation bubbling to the surface. “Yevgeniy,” I retort, my voice sharper than intended, “I’ve already told you I don’t want to be a Sigma. I don’t want to sit in a corner tutoring pups. I want to be—”
“You want to be out there hunting whatever needs to be hunted, I know,” he interjects, causing Anna to stifle a laugh, which only makes me roll my eyes. “You’ve talked enough about wanting to be a Lambda.”
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