Fang

The Throne

Disappointment filled me as I plunged through my clothes. I'd never thought to bring something formal, and there weren't many choices. 

Sighing, I settled with blue jeans and a plain black shirt. Rolling the hem of the shirt down my stomach, I strolled over to my mirror, shrugging at my appearance. Nothing fancy, but it would do. 

My hair fell in soft waves to my hips, the blond a stark contrast to my shirt. My eyes roamed down to my slightly wide hips, grimacing. 

My door opened without warning, a large figure standing in the frame. Turning to see, it was the beta. He glanced over me, still standing in front of the mirror, clearly looking at myself. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. 

"It's time," he averted his eyes from me. 

"Next time knock," I grumbled. Shouldering past him through the door, he quietly led me, a few paces ahead. "You act like I am contagious, Beta. Why is that?" 

"You are a very tempting woman, Gamma. Fierce yet soft. However, you are not mine. So contagious, no. Dangerous, yes." He struggled on my title, as if there was something else he wanted to call me. 

"If that's the case, then I expect that you act this way to every female that isn't yours but you find tempting." I kept my voice at a normal level as he navigated me through the halls. 

"There are very few, but as you wish." We passed a few people on the stairs, their eyes glued on me. Their stares meant nothing to me, I was accustomed to being sized up. 

"Don't do that." 

"Do what?" 

"Don't be a pushover, Beta." My eyes found the spot between his muscles shoulders, glaring into it. 

"I'm not a pushover," he responded curtly, his voice deepening. 

"You're the Alpha's dog. Doing the tasks of Deltas. Do you wipe his ass too?" 

He abruptly stopped, almost causing me to smack into his back. He didn't turn around to speak to me, he simply rolled his shoulders before relaxing them. 

"You may have a title now, but I outrank you. I'd watch your tongue, not everyone is as lenient as I am. This is bigger than you or I, and I'm happy to do anything the Alpha asks of me." 

"I'm happy to see you're not all bark, you can nip too." The beta snorted and muttered something before continuing up the stairs. Grinning, I followed. 

At last, he paused outside of a simple oak door. Nothing special or noticeable. Eren stood by the door, gesturing to it when I raised my brow at him. "Go on," he said to me. 

Shooting a look up at him, I swallowed my nerves and steeled myself. The door made no sound as I opened it, I was greeted with the backs of high ranking males, standing around the table that sat in the middle of the room. 

My eyes immediately found Forrest's, watching as a sly smile pulled at his lips. I scowled inwardly, cursing myself for looking at him. 

"Who is this?" A sharp voice called out from the corner of the room, drawing my attention. "What are you doing here?" 

"Alpha Javenson," Forrest stepped over to me, his hand finding the small of my back. I shot him a sideways glare, fur ruffled. He had not been invited to touch me. "May I introduce our new Gamma, as of today. This is Gamma Crossfield." He smiled down at me.

"Gamma?" The slender male turned his full attention to me. "Nonsense. Get this female out of here. Go get Gamma Lohr." I had to bite back the growl that wanted to slip out, offended by the use of my predecessor's title.