Chapter 8
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Sandi
A host approached our table and took our orders. She was a very pretty lady. She smiled and spoke pleasantly, but as I looked at her, I noticed that her smile didn't reach her eyes. Once the host had left to put our order in, I looked at my parents who were seated across the table from me.
"Sandi, you need to stop looking at those boys," my mother hissed.
"What? Why?" I asked, confused by what she had said.
"Those boys are bad news," my mother replied, not looking happy about the boys of whom she spoke.
"Do you know them?" I asked, wondering how she could know these boys I had never seen before.
"They own the restaurant," my father stated.
"Wait... they own this restaurant? Those guys?" I asked, amazed that people so young owned such a profitable business.
"Yes. But don't get too excited. I think they are involved in selling drugs," my mother said. "Clearly they rely on crime to make their money to be able to afford places like this."
"Drug dealers? In our town? Are you serious?" I asked, laughing at the absurdity of what she was saying.
"It is not funny. There are hoodlums everywhere in this world. Even in little towns like ours," she huffed, looking offended by my reaction to what she had said.
"I understand what you are saying, mom. I do. It's just... do you have any proof that they are drug dealers? Or is that just a rumor you have heard somewhere?" I asked, looking at my parents as I waited for an answer.
"Clearly we don't have any proof," my father stated.
"That's what everyone says," my mother huffed, looking at my father.
"Just because people say it doesn't make it true," I pointed out. "I would have thought the two of you would be above listening to rumors. I am saddened to see that the two of you are not only okay with listening to rumors, but you are also happy to spread rumors too."
"You're right. It doesn't make it true," my father agreed.
"I don't know why you are chastising us. We were only saying what we had heard," my mother stated, the look of offense still on her face.
"Because you are saying things that for all you know aren't true. It's not right," I told her.
No one spoke after that. It was like the good humor from earlier had now been sucked out of the room.
Our food arrived, and we began eating our meals in silence. The food was delicious. As I enjoyed my meal, I could see why the wealthy members of our town enjoyed coming here to eat. I saw that my parents were enjoying their meals just as much as I was.
As I ate, I continued to steal glances at the hot guy that my mother was convinced was a drug dealer.
He was so good-looking, it was hard to believe he was real. He was the sor of guy you would expect to see on a movie screen. Not sitting here in a restaurant in our small town. He was so perfect that I couldn't help but wonder if he had had cosmetic surgery to look that perfect? He must have, right? No one could be born that perfect.
Alpha Kayden
I watched as the girl continued to throw glances at me. She wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was clearly interested in me.
"Of course she is interested in us. We are Alpha's. Bitches are always interested in Alpha's," Steel stated smugly.
"She has no idea we are Alpha's. In fact, she has no idea we even exist," I pointed out, trying to be the voice of reason.
"Of course, she knows we exist. She is looking right at us, isn't she?" Steel replied sarcastically.
"Werewolves, Steel. She has no idea werewolves exist," I stated. "We make sure that the members of this town don't know about us, remember? There are only a handful of people in this town who interact with us, ensuring we are able to resupply the servants we require. And they know that if they tell anyone about us, we will kill them along with their entire families."
"We should kill them anyway. Filthy humans. No better then fleas. We should squash them like the parasites that they are," Steel stated, showing his animosity for humans.
"Now, now, Steel. They have their uses. The pack servants, for instance. Look at how much easier they make our lives," I reminded him.
"That may be so. But what about all the times they screw up, and talk back, and be disrespectful?" he challenged.
"Then you have fun disciplining them, don't you?" I retorted.
"Well, you know me. I have to have fun wherever I can find it, don't I?" he asked.
"Alpha, are you okay?" Liam asked, cutting into mine and Steel's conversation.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just having a conversation with Steel," I replied.
Liam gave a light chuckle before asking, "So, how is our fearless Alpha doing?"
"Oh, you know Steel. Bloodthirsty. Bored easily," I replied with a shrug.
"Bloodthirsty? Here?" Liam asked, looking confused by what I had said.
"Yeah. He thinks we should kill all humans because, and I am quoting here, mind you, they are no better than fleas. Those were his exact words. They are no better than fleas," I told them, a grin breaking out upon my face.
Liam and Caleb laughed heartily as they looked at me.
"Well, to be fair, Steel does have a point," Caleb said, as he continued laughing at what Steel had said.
"He sure does. Humans are weak. They get sick so easily. They are riddled with diseases. I mean, when you think about it, it is a wonder they even survive long enough to grow up and have children," Liam added.
"Well, despite your thoughts on humans, they do serve a purpose within our pack," I pointed out. "Hence the reason why we are here."
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