Dale jolted out of his seat, the chair he previously occupied tipping over and falling backwards onto the grass with the action. I could feel his rage waft off him in waves and all that fury was targeted at the slender female currently shaking her hips to the beat of the music.
Could it be. . .?
Dale’s angry form stormed towards her and I watched people part like the red sea for the angry Alpha storming towards the Charlotte imposter.
I lingered a short distance behind him, my brain still not fully processing what was going on. Should I try to calm him down? All I knew was that the rude girl from earlier was apparently not the real Charlotte.
She was still happily dancing when he neared and she noticed him a moment too late because when she finally turned in his direction, Dale alr
