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Good For the Pack

ZIRA

The power in this room was palpable. I was nearly choking on it. Even more than the choker I was wearing. I instantly regretted my decision to keep wearing it.

Why the hell was I wearing it anyway?

Even though my head was down, I could feel Alaia’s eyes burning into me like lava. If looks could kill, I would be dead twice over. I didn’t dare meet her gaze. She probably would have taken it as me being defiant, trying to show her up. It was the last thing I wanted. I really just want to leave this room and never come back. Besides, I needed to pee or possibly throw up or eat something. Yes, food. I groaned inwardly.

How could I be thinking of food right now? We’re having a serious conversation. Pay attention, Zira.

I glanced up quickly, and she still stared at me while Isaiah kissed her neck. The idea of throwing up returned stronger than ever, but I suppressed it. I really wished she could look somewhere else. Even though my eyes were cast down, she still made me feel
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