Zeke POV After having escorted the dirty rogue, Zane and I have a bone to pick with our dear mother. What the f*ck is she even thinking?! Why?! As expected, mother and father are in the dining room early as Zane and I walk in. They were deep in a discussion through mind-link when we stepped in, so
Zane POV I can’t believe this conversation is going the way it currently is. My parents seem to have gone mental. Who the f*ck cares why she is a rogue?! All rogues are filth, a bane of our wolf existence. And mother has willingly brought one within our walls, our Alpha floor even! With father’s au
Lola POV Well, dinner was awkward as f*ck. Not just because of the conversation I overhead, but because of the way Zeke and Zane act towards me. They clearly despise me, yet they put up a façade for goddess knows why. I think I preferred it when they were *ssholes, at least I knew what was going on
Lola POV He leads me to the small office across from the one we were in, and closes the door behind us. “You can drop the nice guy act now. What do you want? And before you think of threatening me or coming at me – think twice, I bite back now”. I state coldly, with Liberty pushing forward and maki
Zeke POV It has been a while since Chris and the rogue left for the other office. Zane and I have gotten curious and although we can’t do it right now with the Alpha, Beta and Delta in the room, we will definitely check the hidden camera footage of the other office later. We are dying to know what
Zeke POV Chris looks confused when speaking up “choked to death? Why would you be in your human form when trying to get away from 5 wolves charging at you? Especially when your wolf..” Chris doesn’t get to finish his sentence when the rogue interrupts him and sends him a death glare. “That is none
Lola POV Foul language incoming in 3.. 2.. 1.. Those motherf*cking slimy pieces of sh*t! I was clear about not wanting anything to do with Red Dagger anymore, and they went ahead and invited them the next morning. I know their gameplay, they want me gone. But those overgrown dogs don’t realize I wa
Lola POV Folding my arms across my chest, I choose to reply “don’t flatter yourself, you are in my path, that’s all” as I brush past him. “Going where?” “none of your business” I yell back as I keep walking. I am about done with these self-entitled, conceited *ssholes, princes or not, and wanting t