Before Conrad could process any thoughts, Amber has yanked her back into a cubicle.The door outside had opened and closed, and Amber is avoiding everyone at the restaurant."Don't tell my brother I smoke," Amber demands, clasping Conrad's hands between hers."Yeah, no problem. Don't tell your brother I smoke," Conrad grins, and Amber laughs.Her heart is still racing, but Amber showing her basic human kindness helps relax her a little."Oh, so you're not a regular Luna, you're a cool Luna," Amber laughs, and Conrad shrugs."Cool, yes, I suppose. I'm a Beta," Conrad whispers conspiratorially, excitement flowing through her veins. "That makes so much sense, holy shit," Amber exclaims, clapping a hand over her mouth.Conrad looks at her in confusion, and Amber flaps a dismissive hand."The tattoos. The pack. Your build. It all makes a lot more sense than you being an Alpha Female, I knew Alpha James didn't have a daughter," Amber beams, her face inches away from Conrad's."Am, you in h
So this is her. This is the mysterious Meg, Jane muses.Conrad merely raises her eyebrows for a second before she lets them drop, making her facial expression return to entirely neutral.A harder look at her informs her that Meg is not very muscular looking, nor very sturdy.We could fight her for him, Jane points out.No. But if she challenges us, we'll win, Conrad responds grimly, watching Atlas."I came to see you," Meg shrugs, and Atlas scowls."You're banned from these lands," he snaps, and Meg bats her lashes at him."The guards let me in. Don't blame them, though, they can't say no to an Alpha Female, and you know that," she pouts.Conrad wants to slap the pout off her face.If she were the jealous type, she'd probably slide up to Atlas, wrapping her arm around him or something similar to try and assert her dominance.She's not a jealous person, though, and she won't fight for someone who isn't fighting for her, so she keeps her mouth shut."I told you to leave my lands and nev
"I mean... Why bother staying? I certainly wouldn't," Charlotte points out, and Conrad sits up on her bed, her hair falling around her face."No, you totally would, and we both know it. I'm giving him until tonight to make up his mind, I'm not an unreasonable person," Conrad responds, tucking her phone between her shoulder and ear and she continues to chat to her friend."Yeah, I suppose. Do you not feel betrayed?" Charlotte asks, and Conrad rolls her eyes, pulling her laptop closer to her."Why would I feel betrayed? He screwed her before he knew I existed, it's not like he cheated," Conrad sighs, and Charlotte grumbles."Did you tell him he has until tonight?" Charlotte murmurs and Conrad stays silent for a moment, staring at the wall blankly."Con?" Charlotte calls through the phone, wondering if she's lost connection.Conrad blinks, snapping out of her daze."No. He's downstairs; I think he just got back from his run. I'm going to tell him now, I don't want it to be hanging over m
Most of her room is packed up, and it looks bare.All of the decorations and ornaments are put into their bags, and her drawers are empty."Lunch, my queen," Amber teases, handing her a sandwich and a can of soda."Thanks," Conrad chuckles, "I really didn't want to go down there right now."Amber pressed a hand to her forehead, feigning shock."Me neither! It's so quiet; I don't think they said two words to each other while I was down there, so they definitely know I'm up here with you," Amber rolls her eyes."Well, they can hear us cackling, of course, you're up here with me," Conrad grins, tucking her feet underneath her as she begins to eat."I don't know how you're so calm. If Theo didn't give me a straight answer and brought his mistress into our house, I'd be livid," Amber scoffs.Conrad shrugs, nibbling on the bread."He might just be trying to be civil. If it is his kid, I wouldn't want him to abandon him. I just don't want her clinging onto him and trying to claw her way back
"Conrad, slap a smile on your face. You're allowed to be sad, but you're taking the piss now," Charlotte announces, breezing into the room and flinging the curtains open."Get out of that bed," Charlotte demands, throwing the sheets off Conrad's cold body.A groan emits from Conrad's body as she rolls over and tries to snuggle under the remaining covers on the bed."No. Up," Charlotte sing-songs, and Conrad finally opens her eyes grumpily."I'm mourning. Leave me in my bed, please," she pleads, batting her eyelashes innocently."Firstly, your bed? Bitch, move your ass! This is my bed, and I'm reclaiming it. Secondly, you're not mourning; you're just lazy now. Thirdly, and finally, I have arranged for you to run a training session, so shake your tail feather and get up," Charlotte grins, wrapping her hands around Conrad's ankle and pulling.Conrad ends up on the wooden floor, a stream of curses leaving her mouth as she pulls herself up."Nope," Charlotte shouts, noticing her looking ba
Training has given her some sort of stability.She had reluctantly listened to Charlotte, and attended the therapy sessions she had booked for her around her Beta training.She would probably be ascending to her title within the month, as long as there were no issues; which there inevitably would be.Conrad sweeps her dark hair over her shoulder, a smirk on her red lips as she walks into the board room."Hello, gentlemen, we're here to discuss your project?" She asks, quirking a brow as she sits into the chair at the top of the table, crossing her legs.She's wearing a red pantsuit that matches her lipstick, and her makeup is immaculate.She rarely goes into the city, but she couldn't rearrange this meeting."Hello, Ms Rosser, it's lovely to see you again," one of the man chirps.Being called 'Ms' Rosser knocks her for a second; she's always called Beta Rosser, or Deputy Beta Rosser."You too, Mr Clarke. Will we begin? I know we all have better places to be," she proposes, folding her
The dress looks phenomenal.It emphasises the difference between her hips and waist, something that she'd usually avoid, but she's embracing for once.She slicks some more red lipstick on, fluffing her hair and straightening up."Ooh, you look cute. Date?" A woman she recognises from advertising asks with a grin."Yep. Do you think it's okay?" Conrad checks, doing a twirl in the mirror."If you have any jewellery, I think it would make a big difference," the woman suggests, glancing at her watch, "good luck!"Once the door closes, Conrad reaches into her bag, digging along the bottom.She manages to lay her fingers on a set of earrings, quickly putting them into her lobes after taking her boring studs out.Her tattoos peek out from the halterneck of the dress, her back mostly exposed.She inhales slowly, calming her nerves before she walks out of the bathroom.She didn't think it would feel this real; when she suggested it, she didn't actually think he would agree to go.She walks out
As soon as she was back in her room, she had texted Charlotte about the entire date, from what they both wore, to how he spoke to the servers, to what he ordered.Charlotte got more of a run-down than a journalist on a court-case story would have.Charlotte didn't reply; it was after ten, much to her shock.Did we really spend four hours with him?, Jane asks in abject horror.I think we might have. And they were four great hours, Conrad cheers gleefully, kicking off her heels and twirling around her room, her large handbag pressed to her chest as she dances.Hussy, Jane teases playfully, but she's on the exact same page.She's happy, and Conrad is thrilled with that.She's glad they made the decision to go out with Derek.Even if nothing comes of it, she doesn't care,She had fun, and that's just what the doctor ordered.Speaking of the doctor, Jake had been texting her for most of the evening.She had replied whenever she went to the bathroom, and she was enjoying the funny banter th