Alpha Alden
Her lips are stained black with it, the pattern bleeding down her chin, down her neck and beyond the collar of her shirt in a waterfall of spirals and swirls.
Before she notices the intensity of my stare, I glance back at Etta. “Yeah, I’m Kezziah.”
“Everyone has been saying you met Alpha Alden,” she says. Her words spark the interest of the table over, a very scruffy pair of girls quirking their heads in curiosity. “What’s he like?”
“Etta,” Amilia scolds.
The Love Pack girl shrugs her shoulders, but doesn’t say anything. I exchange my glance between the two of them, surveying the dynamic. Something tells me Amilia is the head of this table.
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