Fiona's POV
“Yes, Fiona. I'd like you to answer the question.” Mrs George called me from the front of the class. I glanced around nervously and got up, fidgeting with my fingers. I cleared my throat, which was very dry.
“I'm sorry Mrs George, I didn't get what the question was,” I said carefully, keeping my expression neutral like I wasn't so close to shitting my pants. Ordinarily, I would have answered the question, whatever it was since this was algebra class, but my thoughts were too hung up on a certain alpha male who suddenly sleeps in my basement.
The things we do.
Mrs George sneered at me, her expression displaying obvious disgust and a weird strain of envy I never seemed to understand. She was married to the Alpha's aid and had three beautiful children. She was one of the t
