I was still reeling when a blanket came flying down from upstairs. A voice sneered, "Ugly. I hate it. Get rid of it all."
Clara. In my house.
"Well, look who's back," Clara taunted, her red lips curling into a mocking smirk as she caught sight of me.
"What are you doing in my room?" I snapped, my face darkening. "Didn't your pack teach you not to touch what isn't yours?"
I knew Alpha Ethan might bring her here eventually, but this fast? It stung.
"Just tidying up," Clara said, shrugging. "If you don't like it, come clean it yourself. Otherwise, I'm tossing everything."
She sauntered back into my bedroom. Fuming, I stormed upstairs.
The room was a wreck. Clara stood at my vanity, picking up a bottle of perfume. "This scent's… unique."
"Put it down," I growled, my voice ice-cold. "Th
