Sarah Everson had a dark childhood inside the Clear Lake Pack, but has finally reached a perfect life and feels stronger than she ever has. She works at the pack's bakery doing what she loves and is surrounded by her hand-chosen family. She doesn't...
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Alpha Jeffrey enters, accompanied by four other men: Beta Scott, two sharply dressed business-looking men, and his son Alex. I sneak a quick glance at Kris and, as I predicted, she has her head in one hand and is all but salivating over Alex.
Maybe something is wrong with me, but I just don't see the appeal. Sure, he may have some classically attractive features. Tall. Tan skin. Muscled up from time in the gym. Blonde hair coiffed into casual disarray. His clothes are, of course, tailored, so they fit him like a glove.
For me, what I seem to notice in the few times I've seen him is his haughty expression. Like everything and everyone is just a little beneath him. I've never seen him interact with any omegas, which to me, confirms my suspicions. Just like his dad. Even though they may outrank everyone, they should know that every pack member is essential - and should treat them that way.
Alex also has a weak chin and washed out blue eyes - totally depthless. His whole persona just screams shallow and self-absorbed to me. Let's just say, if I had a dick, it would be about as stiff as a soggy french fry. Am I judging hastily? Probably. We've never interacted and I've only ever seen him in passing.
I have interacted with his best friend, though. Kale Roberts.
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He made high school a nightmare for me. I was so good at melting into the background, but he just wouldn't leave me alone. Pushing me into lockers, teasing me about my cheap clothes, getting me into trouble with my teachers.
There was even one time he started to follow me home after school, during our senior year. He was only a few feet behind me, as I tried to hurry to get away from him. He asked me - in less polite terms - how I could have such small boobs in proportion to my butt. I didn't want to get myself in trouble by attacking a gamma's son, because I knew I could give him a run for his money in a fight. Just as he grabbed my arm, a girl burst between us, with an "EXCUSE ME! We're late for the salon." She linked arms with me and this was how I met Kristy.
I'm not sure I would have made it through my last year of school without her. We've been good friends ever since. I try not to think about what might have happened if Kristy hadn't shown up. Alex's choice of best friend gave me no desire to know him. The last I heard, Kale was now one of the heads of patrols. My thoughts are interrupted as the group approaches.
