The Alpha's Throw Away

"Look there she is!" the group of juvenile werewolves snicker after me as I walk past. I tighten my fist, which my hand had been bawled into since I walked out of the Alpha's mansion.

"What a whore. She even dresses the part." one of them made the comment, when my back was to her not having the guts to look me in the eye and say that shit to my face.

"The Alpha really threw her away like trash, huh?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't turn around to face them, they weren't worth the effort instead, I held the hem of my skirt, lifting it as I bent over.

"Kiss my ass."