Andrew's POV
At first, they looked at her with hesitation.Uneasy.Almost afraid.
They knew something was wrong.
Amanda laughed it off.
"Oh, stop acting like that," she said lightly. "Alpha already said we did well. Just talk. What are you scared of?"
I didn't correct her.
And that was all it took.
The tension broke.
They relaxed.
They shouldn't have.
She said nothing.
And they mistook that silence—for permission.
A mistake.
A fatal one.
"Alpha," one of them began, a grin already forming, "for someone her age… she held up pretty well."
I didn't respond.
"Yeah," another added, lowering his voice, "especially when she started begging."
My gaze shifted.
Slowly.
No one noticed.
"Begging?" someone laughed. "You mean when she kept saying—"
He straightened, mocking the tone,
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