Page 125 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“What’s fucked up?” Jonas joined us, beer in hand.
“Her parents. Also, some dickwad beta dumped her for being an alpha.” Dean played with her hair. “Well, fuck him. We like alpha you.”
That woman in gold sashayed past. Her eyes focused on us, and she made a sharp turn. She leaned on the table, boobs practically in AJ’s face.
“Verity Thorne, is that you? Well, I never. Missed you at fall fashion week this year. I even closed for Vecci.” The woman smirked, and by her tone, she didn’t miss her one bit.
Verity gave the woman a look halfway between annoyed and tired. “Derva. It’s been ages.”
“What have you even been up to? You retired from modeling, didn’t you? I haven’t seen you around. But then we can’t all stay an it-girl, especially when you tank your own career.” She looked younger than Verity and was a beta. “Oh wait, you never were one.”
“Uncalled for. Who the fuck are you?” Mercy snapped, looking ready to throw a punch.
“How dare you? My face is on billboards,” Derva snapped.
“So’s mine.” Mercy shrugged.
I’d seen Mercy on the side of a building advertising scrunchies.
“Was that acaneI saw you walking with earlier?” Derva prodded. “What did you do?”
“There you are. Hi, I’m Freddie.” A slim, toned man with a goatee and dark hair, reeking offuckboy,came over and slid his arm around her waist. She was taller than him. They were both betas.
His eyes flickered over us and fell on Verity. “Verity. Oh wow. You really have let yourself go. I heard you were in a bad place after you made that randomly poor decision to not go pro to go play in the dirt. I guess ruining other people’s lives wasn’t enough, so you had to ruin your own?”
“What are you talking about? She looks great.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Verity lookedcutein her Knights sweatshirt.
“You and Derva are together now? Bless your hearts. You might be better outsourcing your shutout celebration though.” Verity smirked.
AJ nearly spit out his drink.Point to my kitten.
“He’s a goalie. And your ex?” Dean frowned.
No, he didn’t deserve her blowjobs.
“The best goalie in domestic league.” Derva ran her hands over Freddie. “I also give better blowjobs than you.”
“I highly doubt that,” Dean snapped, putting an arm around Verity.
“Oh, how cute. You’re what, a schoolteacher now? This is like teacher’s night out? This one’s pretending to be your boyfriend? Freddie and Verity never actually dated, he just pity fucked her.” Derva smirked.
“We’re her pack, you dumbfuck bimbo. You think we’re teachers?” AJ laughed, flashing his fancy watch.
My arm tightened around AJ as my dick hardened at him defending her.
Derva’s jaw hung open. “How dare you?”
“Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that,” Freddie snapped.
I stood, hands fisting as I had the urge to hit him with Verity’s crutch, which laid against the table. “Don’t talk tomygirl likethat. Verity’s amazing. She doesn’tplay in the dirt.She’s getting a fucking PhD inplant genetics.”
Anger swirled inside me. How dare he? Jonas stood at my side.
“Your parents let you date now? Do people actually want a boring, basic bitch like you? Why are you even in New York?” Freddie frowned, on his phone.
“Pack’s dissolved, you asshole.” Mercy scowled at him. “We fucking live here. My sister’s not boring, basic, or a bitch. But you two certainly are.”
“There you two are.” Another fuckboy, also with brown hair, joined them. His eyes flickered over the table. Oblivious to the tension. “Shitballs. You’re Double D. You’re my sister's hero. Every time my parents say she can’t play hockey, she extols your virtues. You’re Grif Graf–and you’re Jonas Soeng. Can I get a picture?” He was absolutely giddy.
