Marissa
“Mary, the Alpha is here to see you.” My father called from the living room of our tiny house.
I sent a silent prayer of thanks that I had taken the time to get done up after breakfast and wasn’t in sweats and a t-shirt. I had felt when that stupid b***h was initiated into the pack, but I hoped Sloan being in my home meant the new had worn off. I knew she wouldn’t make a move against me; my father held too much sway still. Little Miss Do Right wouldn’t do anything to undermine Sloan’s hold on the pack.
“Alpha, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I smiled, swaying my hips seductively as I waltzed into the living room.
“I came to inform you that the living quarters in the packhouse have been reopened. I wanted to extend you an invitation to move in personally.” He replied, flashing
