Chapter 7

• Alpha Derick treated that gold-digging woman as if she were the moon and stars. He and his parents had conspired against me for her sake. I let out a bitter laugh—directed at myself, at my own naivety. How utterly pathetic.
• Just then, a sleek black car glided to a stop beside me. The window slid down, revealing Alpha Derick’s infuriatingly smug face.
• “Baby, we should go,” he said, his voice dripping with warmth and affection.