“It was Violet?!”, Trina exclaimed causing me to cup her mouth into my hand.
It was currently lunch hour on the following Monday and I was catching Trina up on my entire weekend at the Young’s home.
After hearing about how I disrespected the future Alpha’s car, Trina’s mother told her that she couldn’t talk to me until I learned how to respect authority. Being that I was the only individual Trina ever spoke to, this followed with the taking of Trina’s phone.
“Trina, lower your voice!”, I looked around before removing my hands.
Trina’s brow raised in amusement, “Everyone here has super-hearing Lonnie. So if discreet is what you’re going for, you might want to leave”
She popped a tater tot in her mouth as I continued my story.
“So anyway, the second she came in, I ran down to the win
