“Brielle, grab me another beer!” Grant begged, sticking out his bottom lip. I rolled my eyes, walked over to the small cooler and pulled two out, one for him and one for me. The ice in the cooler had begun to melt. We’d been out here so long and our supply was running low.
“Thank you,” he winked, taking the cold beer out of my hand.
Grant was the future Alpha of Crimson River and he constantly stole alcohol from his father’s stash.
“Alpha, would you mind sparing me a moment?” McKenna questioned, fluttering her eyelashes. Her voice came out as more of a whine and I groaned internally every time she spoke. Grant wasn’t interested in her, but she still tried throwing herself at him any chance she got. Tonight, she’d made sure to wear an extremely padded bra paired with a low-cut top
