Helena:
Serena sat across from me with the same expression she wore whenever she suspected someone was about to waste her time: guarded, impatient, and stubbornly proud.
I had to admit, I wanted to smile. Instead I folded my hands and let her simmer a moment, watching as she bounced her leg being as impatient as I expected her to be.
“So,” I said, “you want to satisfy the Alpha.”
Her face shifted the way it always did when I pushed a button. “Please don’t make me regret thinking about asking you.”
“I haven’t even started,” I replied. “And it is going to be a little lesson. I am glad that you chose to want learn, but you are going to have to be willing to accept listening.”
She uncrossed her arms slowly. The classroom was empty now; the other women had left and the late afternoon ligh
