Sierra’s POV
I sighed as I thought of the blonde-haired woman who clung to my mate like a koala every time I turned my back on her. How can people be this clingy? I mean, I can understand how she was an orphan and found Ryan as her savior or something stupid like that. But did she have to attach herself to his side like this just because of that? And why was no one else bothered by it like I was? I swear these people are hellbent on giving me grey hairs while I am still technically a teenager!
I contemplated marching down towards her and throwing her off my man, but quickly pushed the idea, remembering what happened the last time I did that. It was the day after we found her and I walked in to see her gazing at Ryan as if he hung the stars and moon in the sky. Obviously, I wasn’t pleased
