Chapter 13
Song: Lady Gaga – Americano
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Tate Jameson
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I always knew that it could go from sweltering to freezing in a matter of days. Since I had arrived here, in my beloved’s birth place, I had experienced a new biodiversity. The Russian Alpha had been the furthest thing from hospitable and was more paranoid than I had been led to believe.
He was convinced that I was trying to take over the pack when really that was the last thing on my mind. My obvious American self was the joke of the party as if my way of speaking was gibberish or when a child mispronounces words.
It was frustrating but I couldn’t think about that. Right now all I could think about was Rayna and ways I could get her back.
