“W-why did you do that?”. Sakura warily backs away from Misa, stopping the she-alpha’s exaggerated cackling. 

Misa pouts at her, she crosses her arms across her chest with an offended expression. “Do you really not know? I know that you don’t want your nestmate and Miyamura to fuck, Sakura”.

Sakura’s wariness fades. Her eyes cool, she matches Misa’s gaze with a cold look. “I don’t know what you mean, Miss”.

“Call me Misa or I’ll tell my father that ...