(Benjamin)
“They’re getting feral.” Jennifer comes into our hideaway, home is too glamourous of a term for what this is, and throws her hands in the air sitting lazily on the chair across from me.
“They were already feral” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to stop these headaches that were frequent these days, “What is going on now?”
Jennifer looks up from twirling a curl around her finger, “Fights breaking out, same s.hit, different hour.” She stops and stares at me, sitting up, “You really should learn how to control them better.”
I let out a growl and she jumps a bit but composes herself, I fight a smile. I might not have an official title, temporarily, but I knew I was an Alpha at heart.
“Watch yourself, you’re only here because of me.” She shoots me a glare.
“I’ve
