Samantha
“Excuse me,” I mutter as I brush past Ella into a stall. I sit on the toilet and listen to them snicker. It’s like they forgot about our werewolf hearing ability.
“What the hell is she wearing?” I hear Ella whisper.
“Like, is she trying to look like a grandma?” Harper snickers.
I finish my business and slide out of the stall. The two of them stand and stare as I wash my hands. I whistle a song from Paw Patrol.
“Are you whistling a song from a kids’ show?” Harper asks.
“Yeah, it’s my son’s favorite,” I respond and turn to them.
“You already have a kid,” Harper states, and I nod. “Wow, and Alpha Holden is alright with that.”
Ella covers her mouth, and I smirk. “Yes, but I know who my son’s biological father is,” I say, grabbing a paper towel.
“You b***h,” Ella curses.
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