ALESSIA
This is the height of it.
Why the heck is Zoe putting on my clothes?
“Have you lost it? Why are you wearing my clothes?” I snapped, and she rubbed her ears in irritation.
“Come on, Alessia. The Alpha asked me to accompany him to his company. I can’t wear a maid outfit, and besides, we’re the same size,” she said flatly, as if that were supposed to make everything better.
I shook my head in anger. I could share anything, but not my clothes. And the worst part? She was wearing the one I had only worn twice since I bought it.
I marched toward her, but suddenly Liam entered the room, halting me mid-step.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, his eyes shifting between us with clear displeasure.
I swallowed hard, my chest burning with rage. I didn’t even say anything to him. Instead
