Jane

Encountering someone who recognizes me in the club is an unexpected turn of events. I don’t recognize the guy, but he seems to know who I am. Perhaps he was present at the celebration party, where I faced humiliation and rejection.

“Oh yes. I’m Jane. And who might you be?” I ask the stranger.

“Oh, my apologies! I didn’t mean to blurt that out. I’m Raymond, Richard’s best friend and also the Beta of the Alpha King pack—your ex-mate,” he ...