Alpha's Dirty Little Secret (ADLS Series #1)✔

| Chapter 8 |

"Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth." Brittany seemed to grow flustered from the names that slipped from her mouth. The names of the sexually attractive males that played in the movie 'Avengers.' "Sexy demons."

She opened the front entrance way as I followed her into the pack house. I swear this woman could transform a simple action movie to an adult film in her mind.

"It was just a movie Brittany." I had to remind her. "I don't think Chris Hemsworth can actually conduct electricity with a hammer."

"I don't care. He is fine."

"Everyone is probably fine to someone who has not had a boyfriend for many moons." I followed the corridor toward the kitchen.

"Oh shut up." Her voice was slightly hostel. "Men are useless.....except for Chris. He is very useful."

The light from the kitchen was fairly bright but it was the voices that seemed to bother me. I slipped into the kitchen with Brittany not too far behind. Just as I, her face went sour once we picked up on the scoundrels who were lounging in there.

Jazz has had it out for me. Her dirty glances and sly whispers always made me laugh. Of course, I found her ignorant behavior humorous at times but I had to admit, teaching her another lesson had crossed my mind.

Her eyebrows knitted together once she looked at me. Narrow and full a hidden anger, she nodded for her group to look my way as well.

I opened the refrigerator and combed through the many shelves in search of something good. I pulled a mango as I ignored the snickers and mumbles that came from behind me.

"Hi Amira?" I turned. A male, maybe my age, gazed over me with curious eyes. I smiled at him when I saw Jazz from the corner of my eye. Her face grew sour when I returned the attention to her male friend.

"Hi?" I winked and introduced an alluring smile.

Jazz, clearly disturbed by our minor communication, elbowed the boy in the chest. She turned her attention back to me. Her eyes. Deadly daggers that could kill if that were given that gift to do so.

She released a phony cough, covering the obvious insult that was laced in it. Finding her insult amusing, her group began to laugh. Just like a bunch of groupies to find her dumb ass funny.

"Excuse me?" Hunching over the brown wood table, I put myself at eye level with her.

"You heard me tramp." She stood to her feet in a rage. Smashing this mango against her skull came to mind.

Brittany stepped forward. I extended my arm to stop her but I could not stop her eyes from darkening with her inner rage. She could be a monster when she wanted to be. However, the last thing we needed was to redecorate this kitchen.

"You know what? You're not even worth it." I wanted to assure Brittany more than Jazz that none of this was worth it.

"Whatever." Jazz had smiled as if she had just conquered. I will let her have it if it meant keeping the peace on this night.

I turned away with Brittany, my hands over her shoulder as I guided her away. I needed to get her out and fast. I proceeded to walk away however Jazz had another agenda.

Suddenly, I was tumbling into a chair. My reaction brought me back to my feet. Wanting me to see, Jazz slowly retracted her foot back under the table and out of view.

Again, the snickers.

Saying I let the laughs get under my skin would be an understatement. I allowed them to get into my head. What is worse, I allowed them to get to my inner wolf.