Brad, Alpha Steven's Beta-to-be. The position should have gone to someone with experience, wisdom, temperance. Instead, Steven had chosen his childhood friend. Someone whose loyalty was unquestionable and whose ambition was becoming increasingly obvious.
Mia and Silvia tensed on either side of me, but I put a hand on Mia's arm, stopping her from saying anything.
"If you know, that's good," I said neutrally.
"I think you need to understand." He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on mine. “Here's the thing, Amber, it doesn't matter what you think. Alpha Steven chose me. I am going to be Beta. And if you're smart, you'll accept that and move on."
My fingers tightened around my coffee mug.
"Is there a point to this conversation, Brad? Or did you just come over here to
