Stella
When I walk into the cafeteria, Alpha Raphael sits with his pack. He waves at me, causing me to grimace. My fingers sink into the tray, and I pretend I never saw him.
Since I don't know if alpha Raphael is my mate, I'm not that into him. He freaks me out by being so forward.
And truthfully, I'm probably too brainwashed to find a werewolf attractive. I've been exposed to vampires my entire life. I grew up in Ashley's home as her servant, and her parents basically raised me.
Sure, they were mean, but perhaps my brain is damaged? s**t. What if that's the reason my heart races whenever Evan is around? My stupid brain might see him as the perfect example of a vampire.
Because I couldn't possibly like him?
Right?
Regardless, I forcefully shove Evan out of my head and try to find a
