Jane
Encountering someone who recognized me in the dimly lit club had been an unexpected and unsettling turn of events.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name called out by the stranger. I didn’t recognize the guy, but he seemed to know who I was.
Perhaps he had been present at that devastating celebration party, where I had faced the most humiliating rejection of my life.
“Oh yes, I’m Jane. And who might you be?” I asked the stranger, my voice dripping with suspicion and barely contained hostility.
“Oh, my apologies! I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that,” he said, running a hand through his hair nervously. “I’m Raymond, Richard’s best friend and also the Beta of the Alpha King’s pack—your ex-mate.”
Another piece of worthless trash. My blood boiled with rage at the mere me
