Alpha's Feral Kitten
I wait in the corner, staring at my phone, willing Tristan to text me or do that crazy psychic thing he can do since my initiation.
Just tell me you're okay, Tristan.
“Oh no, all her men left.” Amber is standing next to the now empty table with a couple other girls, looking delighted at finding me alone. “What will you ever do without all the attention?”
Okay. I guess we're doing this now.
“I don't know what your problem with me is, Amber, and I'm just a human, but it seems kind of illogical to try to bully your Alpha's girlfriend to me.”
“Don’t talk about what you don't understand,” she hisses at me. “You'll never fit in here. Just get over yourself.”
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