(Layla’s POV)
Here I sit at the pack house, feeling frumpy and abandoned. How dare Santiago take that b***h, Isabella, to the Alpha Ball instead of me? What is it about that woman that neither Jesse nor Santiago can seem to tear themselves away from her?
I’m clearly better than her. I stole them both fair and square.
I pour pickle juice over Rocky Road ice cream and take bites twice as big as my mouth while watching the televised broadcast of the Alpha Ball.
My eyes become wide as saucers when I see footage of Jesse standing behind Isabella with his cheek pressed to hers…then Santiago shows up, pulling her away and into his arms.
The camera follows them to the dance floor!
I almost vomit my pickle juice-flavored sweet treat at the sight unfolding before my very eyes.
“This mess i
