Aria
I'm standing in the restroom, staring at Serena like a f*****g fool. How the hell does she know about Lucas hiding something from me? It’s like she’s in my head. Creepy.
She laughs, all smug, leaning her ass against the door like she owns the place. “Did you really buy that crap Lucas fed you? That I wasn’t relevant?”
I fold my arms and glare. “Cut the crap, Serena. What the hell do you want?”
She tilts her head, smirking. “Well, I’m his fiancée.”
Excuse me, WHAT? The word “fiancée” hits me like a slap to the face. Fiancée? Lucas? How? When? WHERE?
“My dad and Alpha Marcus are besties,” she continues like she’s narrating a Real Housewives episode. “And they’ve decided we’re getting married. Isn’t that adorable?”
I’m standing there, stunned, trying to process this f*****g madnes
