Contract with the Alpha
I thank Evie, who slips her phone number into my hand before we part ways.
When I get home to my territory, the happiness and contentment subside. No one will look at me. They don’t show submission or respect. A Gamma wolf springs out of the crowd at me, swinging to hit me. Before I can react to it, Ariana flies in front of me and sweeps his leg out from under him.
“The ‘B’ in Beta stands for backup. Mess with my Alpha again, and I will end you,” she says, looking him deadpan.”
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