But it was too late.
“Debbie is great,” Amy sang as she appeared at my door.
Her joyous expression faded when she saw the three Alpha girls standing around my desk.
When the trio saw Amy, I could tell they had correctly guessed she was a Beta.
They took one look at the second-hand store denim skirt and pink top Amy wore that was devoid of designer labels and instantly decided she wasn’t worth their time.
Amy saw it on their faces, and anger and humiliation burned in her soft brown eyes. I used to feel the same way when confronted by Alphas.
Sometimes, deep inside, I still did.
I knew she was deciding if she should leave. I didn’t blame her. It’s what I would have done.
I couldn’t let that happen after I invited her here to spend time with me. It wouldn’t be fair to Amy or me.
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