Page 79 of Brandy Snap: Part One

I paused, my hand tightening around my fan. Incredulous looks were kind of my deal, but speechlessness definitely wasn’t.

Brandy was serious. She was actually giving a shit about me after everything we’d done to her.

“Hey, you should be worried about yourself. She bloody manhandled you.”

And Brandy just let Zania walk all over her, like it was normal for a bitch-class omega to grab someone else’s hair and yank them around.

She shook her head again. “I’m only here until the Selection Ceremony. How long have you been putting up with that? Has she treated you that way all the time?”

It was sort of hard to say how I'd been fighting with Zania when my alphas weren't looking to get myself in even more trouble. Like using my show to tear down her fashion sense, or specifically excluding her from some of the top fashion shows of the year.

But I was just a stroppy little kid acting out. I couldn't compare to what Zania could really do to me or Brandy if she tried.

I opened my mouth to reply before snapping it shut just as quickly. I was literally just about to start bitching over how that was nothing compared to some of the shit other people did to me when I’d presented just because I didn’t have a vagina to push a baby out of.

I pulled my lips in between my teeth, cutting myself off. I wasn’t fucking doing this. I wasn’t about to have a heart-to-heart with the woman who was stealing my mates from me.

“Like I said, that’s what she does. Zania’s the top omega around here, so you need to keep your head down and endure it.”

“Are you saying that people just let her act that way? Isn’t there something we can do to stop her?”

My irritation spiked as I glared at her.

“Since when the fuck did it become ‘we’? You’re a temporary solution. It’s got nothing to do with you.”

“It has when she’s dragging me around like that! Has she done that to you!?”

I shrugged and turned my head to avoid her piercing gaze. I didn’t think I’d ever forget the way Zania had sunk her nails into my neck the first time she saw Sin and Cas’s bites. It was like she wanted to dig them out of my skin.

“Maybe once or twice. Couple of times a year,” I mumbled, gritting my teeth at her horrified gasp. More pain flowed through our bond, tearing away at me. “Just sort of depends on her mood.”

If there weren’t still tears daring to fall, I might even have thought she was narrowing her eyes at me.

But she hadn’t levelled up enough to unlock our tragic backstory.

“A long…Kai, a long time ago doesn’t mean it didn’t happen!”

With her body shaking with rage, she was getting sexier by the second.

“And what did she mean by a ‘deal’? What was she talking about?”

I paused, weighing up the pros and cons of telling her about Camille and the Hiscoxes.

Pro: She’d probably be as devastated as I was when I learnt I was just a replacement for the omega Cas really loved.

Con: It would spoil the surprise when she saw how Cas and Camille were together.

Pro: Cas would probably be grateful I dealt with his shit again, like always.

Con: I really didn’t want to talk to the fifth wheel about the fucking fourth wheel hanging around our pack.

Though there was always the bonus option where I ignored Brandy’s question and did whatever the fuck I wanted.

Which was way easier than mapping out the fucking complexities of my bullshit relationship with Camille.

And the warm snuggly feeling winding its way up from my toes, simmering with pleasure that someone was putting me first, even in a situation like this? It needed to be stamped down.

ASAFP.

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