Kaelin

“Well, mother, I know why Bitchy Beatrice contacted you about Sloane Hartwell,” I say, walking into her room.

She smells like the Beta again. I can’t decide if she likes their arrangement, or if she feels pressured to fuck him to remain in the pack. Since she hasn’t said anything to me about it, I don’t ask. I’ve been biding my time for the old man to die so I could swoop in and take over his pack. But now, it sounds like I may have to alter my strategy.

“And why is ...