Her Forbidden Alpha
Angela rushed over, a pout on her face.
“That was not fair!” She grumbled, dragging Scarlett towards the bar. Being 18 meant she was legally at a drinking age in the UK but for werewolves who had a very high tolerance, they had been drinking for a few years, although it had been more limited then. Angela was a year older than Scarlett, she took a seat sulking.
“He isn't an amazing dancer, don’t worry.” Scarlett said, feeling a little bad for her.
“But do you know how many hours I practiced to ask him that?” She said.