Will is about to take me into the kitchen to pick up our picnic basket for the date, when we are stopped in our tracks by the four biggest douchebags on the face of the planet: Rodney and Thomas from White Sands Pack and Gregory and Allen from Silver Wind Pack. I am still pissed off from Stephanie’s disgusting display of rudeness that I can’t control my face or my words. I huff at them and look at them with disdain; I know my resting b***h face is very present at this moment in time. “What do you asshats want?” I feel Will stifle a laugh next to me. I know he has never seen this side of me, but it’s not like he has known me my whole life. We literally just met last night.
“We want our alpha mate,” Thomas, the future alpha of White Sands, growls. “Your pretty little ass belongs to us!”
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