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I sighed and dropped my sandwich back onto my plate.
“That guy was absolutely wet for you.”
“A lot of them are like that.” Titus frowned, like dealing with his own hotness was a real problem for him.
I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t want to help you form your pack.” I thrust my plastic fork into my salad, though my poor lunch did nothing to deserve my wrath. Angrily swirling the romaine leaves around in the caesar dressing.
“Well, that’s why you are perfect for it. Since you don’t actually care about my pack, the guys will really have to stand out for you to say something nice about any of them.”
“But that means I am going to be drowning in all the alphas who want to get into your pack. Do you think that I want that?” I took a bite, angry that it was delicious.
Great, now I was mad at my salad.
“I can’t believe that you’re complaining about me getting you loads of attention from guys.”
“I can’t believe that you’re doing this to me.” I muttered.
“Come on, Chloe. Give me your honest feedback on the guys. No one is better at calling out bullshit than you are. You wouldn’t want me to end up with a pack full of assholes?”
I chewed my salad thoughtfully. Did I trust Titus’s judgment in picking his own pack?
Obviously not.
If Dorian was being honest and that was an example of Titus’s top choice, then yes my brother was in for a world of problems. Titus would probably make a pack with a literal psychopath, torturing omegas and making everyone generally miserable. Or stuff his pack full of the hottest guys who somehow all had the absolute worst emotional baggage.
“Fine,” I huffed.
“You’re the best.”
“And you’re the worst.”
CHAPTER 5
CHLOE
The next dayeverything went normally. I turned in my short essay on the nutritional content of semen, and studied for a quiz that I’d have to take on Friday. None of the other omegas treated me any differently, like they heard the news that I was a member of a mildly famous pack. I shoved my textbooks into my bag and breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so good.
I headed past neat rows of desks, frowning when I heard a chorus of giggling up ahead. That didn’t sound like the—haha your joke was very funny—laugh. No. It was the—Oh Em Gee, there is a really hot alpha in close proximity, is he looking?—kind of laugh.
As soon as I stepped out the door…
Ugh, what was it now?
“Hey!” An alpha who I’d never met before, with all the bouncing and infectious energy of a golden retriever, was smiling at me like I’d just told him the winning lottery numbers. “You’re Chloe Stryker?”
Fuck. He did not have to say that so loud.
Most of the girls had already left the class, so maybe Icould… No. Nope. That curly haired brunette was whispering to the other girl. I’d forgotten her name, but Ididremember that she was some kind of gossip magnet. Seriously, she had all the best tea. Basically, the drama coming out of her mouth was the only thing distracting enough to get me out of study mode. Which was great. Except that now, it seemed like I was going to be the subject of it.
“Yeah… you’re here because of that thing for my brother?” I was trying to keep it cool. Downplay it enough to bore gossip girl’s attention and hopefully get through this day with my anonymity intact.
“Yeah! Your brother Titus said that anyone who wants to get into his elite pack needs to go through an interview with his sister, Chloe. That’s you right? Daughter oftheStryker pack? Like the ones with the dads who literally stopped terrorists and everything?”
With every word, I found it harder and harder not to press my hand against the alpha’s mouth to force him to shut up.
I could practically feel the brunette’s eyes bulging at the news. She looked torn between writing it all down, and running off to tell everyone the good news. Instead, she paused, pulling out her phone, typing away furiously.