Chapter 8 Seren

• I made my way around the party, just as my Mum asked, ensuring the food tables were stocked up, and the drink tables too. Very much being used like staff today, to ensure the party went as smoothly as it could. Heaven forbid that Lachlan did not have the most wonderful party that ever existed. It was on one of those run arounds that I noticed the king of the hour. Beta Blockhead himself. Some slutty-she-wolf draped all over him...
• No surprise really, we had quite a few she-wolves in pack more than willing to do that to get ahead. My brother had been known to take advantage of his title in that way, as disappointed in him as that makes me to admit it. And, I believe, our very own Alpha, Marcus, had done the same too, until he had met his mate. I think it is just a very shameful part of being a senior role within pack. The lure of the senior title in the pack was appealing to a certain type of she-wolf, and they found themselves flinging themselves upon said wolves at every given opportunity in a bid to gain importance in pack. And, right now, Lachlan seemed to be very much enjoying the attention...
• I began to walk in the opposite direction, definitely not needing to see him agan today. I had seen enough of him already. My tolerance level had been more than reached. “Oh, Seren.” His voice called telling me I was too late and I had already been noticed. Fuck…