William
It's Friday night, and I'm exhausted from a long day of football practice. Yet I have to be here and pretend to have fun since Dior is turning eighteen in mere hours.
The alpha is holding a grand party at his parent's lake house to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. And when the clock strikes twelve, Dior might lock eyes with someone who turns out to be his mate. Because of this, June forced me to infiltrate his birthday party.
I'm supposed to keep my eyes open and help June plan to kidnap Dior's mate after we know their name. June truly isn't very original, but at least she is plotting something.
I drink some bad-tasting alcohol from my red cup. Yuck, what the heck am I wearing? I'm not too fond of suits.
My eyes linger on my reflection on the glass table. It's strange. I loo
