Too Late, My Alpha Stepbrother
Zarek’s usual messy hair was slicked back, surrounding him with a refined air befitting of a future Alpha.
Two girls next to me seemed especially captivated.
“Once Zarek succeeds as Alpha, Isabella will become his Luna!” One girl squealed.
The other responded, “I know, right! They look perfect together!”
A wave of disappointment washed over me. They were right. I could never be Zarek’s Luna, but that didn’t mean I would torture myself all night.
I hurried to leave when one of the girls’ heels stepped on my dress. I felt a sharp tug before the fabric suddenly tore up my legs, exposing my backside to the entire room. The girls gasped and scurried away.