Kaelin
“Well, mother, I know why Bitchy Beatrice contacted you about Sloane Hartwell,” I say, walking into her room.
She smells like the Beta again. I can’t decide if she likes their arrangement, or if she feels pressured to f**k him to remain in the pack. Since she hasn’t said anything to me about it, I don’t ask. I’ve been biding my time for the old man to die so I could swoop in and take over his pack. But now, it sounds like I may have to alter my strategy.
“And why is that?” she asks.
“Her son claimed that she’s his girlfriend during his Alpha ceremony tonight. Apparently, she smells like Benedict’s w***e. And the best, or worst part depending on your perspective, he had her come onto the stage while he took is oath as Alpha. He’s claiming her publicly in every possible way. I’m g
