Little Pot of Tricks
"Grandfather" had just done the most absurd thing. Jeremy?? Telling the truth?? At this point, someone really needs to hold me!!
Absentmindedly, I stirred the bolognese. The pot was nearly empty now, and I had separated the portions: one for the men and one for the women. All the women had finished their servings, and I stayed behind to tend to the remaining food.
I didn’t want to be in the same room with both Jeremy and the man I now only thought of as "Alpha." He was no grandfather to me. My dad would never have turned against me like that.
I should’ve known better. There had been enough signs. But our moments in the forest, or even just talking in his office, made me believe for a while that maybe he actually cared for me. But I was wrong. I mean, if he didn’
