The cruel alpha’s hired Luna
The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags.
“Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.”
Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one.
“Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”
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