New Friends
The sounds coming from the dinner table were making me a little nauseous. The men were gulping their food in a way that had me hide my disgust.
I had been put on solo cooking duty again because I refused to stop locking the doors of the rooms I was in. How could I? Alpha maintained that as long as I locked it, I was inconveniencing others, and as such, I would have to make up for it by cooking dinner, alone.
Today, however, I had not made any effort to save a portion for the women.
The starfish knew, and they had eaten plentifully at breakfast and lunch. I refused to feel guilty about my next plan. Call me vindictive, but the higher females were about to get a lesson in hunger. I wish I could do the same to these men, but one bridge at a time.
Once we had cleared the
