Chapter 11

Mila’s POV

“You’re late.” Came from a man that looked to be in charge of the training to Trina, as his eyes moved to me, looking at me coldly, before he asks, “What is she doing here?” Asking her instead of me why I was here, even though he is staring directly at me, as if it were beneath him to question me himself.

“Alpha Gunner gave me orders to bring her to training, Sir.” Trina tells him, and his eyes stare at me a bit longer than I would have liked, as the coldness in them sent chills down my spine.

“Well, if Alpha Gunner wants his breeder to train, then who am I to question his demands.” He then said with what sounded like sarcasm in his voice, before he says with a firm tone, “Get in line, and take his breeder with you.”

Trina quickly grabbed ahold of my arm, pulling me to the back of the men and women all in lines, as each one of them gawked at me, making me feel unwanted. I should have known that was going to be