“Because they hurt my feet,” I grind out.
“But they’re going to get dirty.” Clifford’s brows pull together.
“I’ll wash them when I get home. Unless one of you was planning on sucking my toes or some shit tonight?” I raise a brow.
They all look at one another, and I swear to god they better be thinking I’m acting bizarrely and not actually considering it. I will puke all over them if they try to go anywhere near my feet!
At this point, their questions for me stop, and the conversation turns to their favorite subject, themselves, of course. I should have brought wireless earbuds, at least I could be listening to music.
New goal: when we get there, avoid these assholes as much as I can.
The drive is nearly two hours, and by the time we’re pulling up to the event, I’m on my feet and out the door as soon as it’s opened.
People are milling around, and I take one look at the crowd before deciding I’m ready to go back home.
“Addison,” Clifford huffs, jutting out his chin. He holds his arm out for me to grab. Oh, I want to grab it, alright, then rip it off and beat him with it.
Huh. Normally, I'm not a violent person. Either I’m about to start my heat in the next few days, or these Alphas bring out the worst in me. I’m gonna go fifty-fifty on this one.
It’s so damn hard not to roll my eyes, but I don’t, so cookie for me. Plastering on a fake smile, I walk over and take his arm.
He looks right proud of himself, and I want to punch him in the nuts.
We step inside, and I immediately excuse myself.
“I’m gonna head to the ladies' room.”
“But we just got here,” Elton says.
“Yes, but it was a two-hour drive. Do you want me to hold it all night? I can do that if you like. Just don’t be mad when I piss myself.” I smile sweetly.
Elton looks horrified. “No. Go, go.” He shoos me away like a damn dog.
Breathe, Addie. In and out. We can not kill the stupid Alpha. We are too pretty for prison.
When I get to the ladies' room, I sigh in relief. I slip into a stall to pee quickly before washing my hands. “Kill me now.” I groan as I look myself over in the mirror.
It’s not that I look bad, the dress is nice. At least this one complements my hair. A sleek black number with my pink hair. It’s a lot better than the last dress she got me to wear.
The style my mother requested meant that her hair lady put everything up in this weird bun. Now that I messed it up, my hair is down in nice waves that I like.
“Rather be anywhere but here?" The voice catches my attention. My eyes flick to the left, and a girl around my age steps out of the stall. Her long black hair is styled half up, half down, and she’s wearing a killer red dress.
“How did you guess?” I grin. She smiles back.
“Don’t worry, I feel the same way.”
“Were you also dragged here on a date with a pack that is even more boring than watching paint dry?”
She grimaces. “Ouch. That's shitty, but no. I’m here because my parents dragged me along. My brother’s coach and some of his teammates are here.”
“Hockey?”
“Yup.” She nods, washing her hands.
“What team does he play for?”
“The Royal Alphas.”
