CHAPTER 1: EAT MY p***y, PRINCESS
BLAIR'S POV
My mother was a Kappa. My grandmother was a Kappa. My great-grandmother founded this f*****g chapter, and her portrait hangs in the foyer looking like she'd gut you for breathing wrong.
Which is why I'm standing in this basement at 2am in nothing but my bra and panties, surrounded by girls in silk robes, refusing to give Vivian Cross the satisfaction of seeing me tremble.
"State your name and legacy status," she commands, circling me like she's deciding which part of me to devour first.
Vivian Cross. Senior. Chapter President.
The kind of gorgeous that makes you want to slap her and sit on her face in equal measure - razor-sharp cheekbones, lips painted c**k-sucking red, black hair slicked back like she's too important for a single stran
