*Emily*
I stand with my hand on my hip as I look at the people in front of me. They all stare at me as though I am a ghost. I can see the blood drain from the Breeder's face as her eyes fixate on me.
The sight of Alpha Tristan and the Breeder should be making me want to puke or tear her throat out, but I am more interested in the female standing at the end of the hallway. Was the b***h wearing my bum shorts?
Luna Barbara.
I should have known my cousin sent me away just to replace me with that evil b***h. So she was the one he was now sending to woo the Alphas and become the next Breeder…. While Emily was shackled to a man whose pecker needed me to sing Get Up, Stand Up for it every time we had s*x–correction–attempted to have s*x.
It wasn’t as if my cheerleading and singing worked to
