~ Jada ~
“Are you stupid or something?” Cousin Desmond snarled at me from across the room. He sat forward in the white leather lounge chair, his blonde hair hanging over his left eye in an attempt at a punk-boy impression. His steel-blue eyes narrowed in on me, stealing my breath. I had never felt so tiny. “Why do you always do things like this?”
“I-I don’t know…” Trembling, I knelt and attempted to pick up the shards of glass from the cup I had dropped. I dropped the pieces each time I tried. A sickening heat radiated down my spine and into the pit of my stomach. This kind of behaviour was weak for the daughter of an Alpha, but it was who I was. I hate being so emotional!
“Seriously,” Desmond huffed.
“Sorry, Desmond,” I whispered meekly, brushing my long blonde hair away from my damp
