Third-person narrative.
It was only a few hours into the morning. Kylie stood by her window with a glass of wine in her hand as she looked towards the gateway.
The sounds of multiple car horns made her drag herself out of the bed where she was thinking about her life.
She could see some cars driving into their packhouse, making it obvious her parents were up to something again.
It's been three months since Alpha Tyron's brutal rejection and no day goes by without her thinking about him.
Her misery intensified anytime she heard of how well Tyron was looking after Nala. Rumors have gotten to her that Tyron worshipped the very ground Nala walked on, and she constantly craved what Nala had.
Despite her parent's efforts of finding her a suitable mate, she angrily rejected all the men bec
