The Mark of Betrayal (Samara and Roman) novel Chapter 2

Sloane

“Do you think she even washes her hair?”

“I doubt it. Look at her. She’s a fucking disaster.”

I close my eyes and slam my locker shut before turning to face them. “Problem?”

“Yeah, I have a problem. Could you maybe bathe once in a while?” one of the she wolves asks me, looking me over as if I’m nothing more than something disgusting she stepped in and attached to the bottom of her shoe.

“And maybe comb your hair. Like have a little respect for yourself,” another says.

“Oh, you mean like you do? Should I slather make up on my face and throw myself at Alphas who don’t want me?” I ask.

The girls, there are four of them, laugh. “Oh sweetie. No Alpha would want you, no matter what you do to yourself.”

‘Shut them down, Aisling snarls in my head.

‘Let it go, Ais. They’re not worth it, I tell her.

“Yeah, because if you’re anything like your mother, you’ll kill your mate, right? Goddess forbid you actually find your mate. He’ll run screaming for the hills to get away from you,” another says and they all begin laughing.I can feel her fury swelling inside me. ‘Aisling, no. Let it go,

‘I say.

‘I’m done letting it go, she snarls, then shoves me aside and pushes forward

“You all think you’re so smart, don’t you,” she snarls at them.

“We’re not the murderer bitch!” a she-wolf says, obviously not realizing that it was my wolf speaking, not me.

‘Aisling! No!’

But there’s no stopping my wolf. She’s furious and she’s had enough.

Aisling POV

I’ve sat back, listening to each and every one of these wolves acting like they are so much better than my human because of who her mother was. Well, I’m done.

She may be willing to suffer their insolence, but am not. may not be a white wolf, but I AM an Alpha wolf, a PURE Alpha wolf. Apparently, this school of fucking assholes needs to be reminded of who I am.

I snarl, pushing my aura out and watching in triumph as all four girls fall to their knees.

“Say it to my face. I fucking dare you,” I snarl at them.

If I was in my wolf form, I’d have saliva dripping from my mouth. But I know Sloane dislikes that kind of display andshe’s already going to be upset with me about this, so ! refrain from letting my saliva drip on their faces.

Their necks go up, but it’s not enough. I listen to this every day. Every. Fucking. Day. And l am done.

“Go ahead! You were so bold talking shit to my human.

Say it to me! Say it to my face, “I snarl!

“We’re sorry, Alpha,” one of their wolves says to me.

“Not sorry enough to control your human’s mouth, are you,” I snarl, getting in her face.

“We don’t control our humans,” another says.

My head snaps to her. “Then I guess your human has no problem watching as I make YOU suffer for her insolence!” I snarl.

All four wolves whimper and I’m just about to make them all lie down and show me their stomachs when I feel it.

Him. He’s the only one at this school whose strength matches mine. Benedict Winslow, V. Or more accurately, his wolf, Marrok. And right now, Marrok is furious.

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