Page 20 of Forsaken Desire
Sasha immediately whirled to the calm female voice and lowered her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered and backed off.
With the respect she was giving her, the woman must be a pack dominant based on the power beating against my skin, second to the Alpha if I were to guess from the girls’ reactions. I took a moment to collect myself before turning to the talk to the lithe woman. Her black hair fell in lush waves, curling around her shoulders. The shade slightly lighter at the ends, as though it had once been dyed. She had slim, doll-like features.
She gave off Snow White vibes.
Deceptive since she’d likely tear my head off if I went at her.
My aggression rose to the surface despite the dominance I felt coming from her, and I clenched and unclenched my hands to release some of the energy coursing through my limbs. Her heels clicked on the tile as she rounded the barrier.
“Behaving this way presents an image we should not have.” The threat was clear in her tone, even though it remained steady.
The girls straightened to the point I worried they would snap in two. I lifted my gaze to meet hers, curious about the second strongest werewolf in the pack I hoped to join. She met my gaze, and her eyebrow twitched.
“Is this the female you told me about, Karol?”
“Yes.”
The woman hummed, still glaring at me. She kept staring me down like she expected something of me. I frowned, wanting to figure out her expression, but I dropped my eyes to her mouth and lowered my head.
“You’re a weak wolf,” she murmured.
What was that supposed to mean? It seethed with insult, and as much as I wanted to scowl at her, I kept my expression rigid. If she were one of the three dominants surrounding the Alpha, I didn’t want to risk having her naysay me being an addition to the pack, especially since, according to Karol, she controlled that.
I bit back the frustration. If one dominant didn’t like me, I had no chance at getting into this pack. I’d need to find another job and apartment. I hadn’t the slightest clue where I would go.
“I will let you know when my Alpha is available.” There was a certain possession in her tone. Her eyes dropped to the rest of my uniform, and her expression became taut when she reached my shoes.
“Those heels are hideous.”
She didn’t allow me a response before she dismissively turned away.
“Thank you?” I trailed off, my words low. She left, her fancy shoes glinting under the chandelier lighting. They did seem much sturdier than mine.
“No freaking way she already doesn’t like you.” Karol’s fingers dug into my arm, and I frowned as her expressive eyes bounced from the back of the dominant to my face. “There’s another girl she hates in our pack. Likely because she’s a human, but I think you topped her hatred for that girl.”
Lucky me.
My mouth wouldn’t function to formulate my response. I still reeled. The other girls stared at me, judgment in their eyes. Lack of knowledge was a surefire way to get a target painted on my back, so I shrugged, turning the conversation to something else.
“She’s the one Alpha is going to mate with?”
“Yeah, and I think that got to her head.” Karol sighed.
“Many pack members go to her before the Alpha because they’re terrified of him.”
Sasha scoffed. “Because he’s psycho.”
“He’s not known for his patience . . . or kindness . . . or anything positive, other than keeping order,” Karol said with a wince.
“And getting what he wants.”
“Doesn’t mean you wouldn’t fuck him, Sasha,” Galina sniped, rolling her eyes.
“For your information, Ihavefucked him. Just not recently because I don’t want Cierra to tear my head off.” She scowled. “She warned me away from him.”
“Cierra is the delightful dominant wolf you just met,” Karol whispered as the other two quipped back and forth.
