One week after the announcement
Narine
You'd think the buzz would've dulled by now. That after a week, people would've stopped gawking like magpies over a string of glitter. But no, if anything, it's gotten worse. Like the scent of rotting fruit no one bothers to throw out, the conversation clings to everything. Infects every hallway and every corridor I try to slip through quietly.
The world hasn't shut up since the moment that one announcement went viral.
The Supreme Alpha will choose a mate.
And suddenly, everyone has something to say. About him and about what they'd do if they were in her place. About how good he looks in black. About how it must feel to ride him, yes, ride, that's the exact word someone used two days ago. I nearly gagged into my tea.
I can't go anywhere now with
