Chapter50

Carrie’s Point of View The trip was tense, uncomfortable, and long. Thanks to the pup I was carrying, we had to stop for more washroom breaks than was convenient. The guys took turns driving. I could have too, but I preferred to spend the trip going over everything that could possibly happen during the convention, just in case there was something I had missed. We arrived at the center after hours of driving. There was an adjoining hotel where all the assembled alphas stayed. I had been there once before along with Asshole Diesel but since I hadn't been official luna I hadn't really done much besides enjoy the hotel and swim in the pool...and had substandard—although I hadn't recognized it as such at the time—sex with my biggest mistake. Now that I had Madoka, and he knew about my past, it didn't hurt as much to think about my ex's rejection. What did I care that the stuffy alpha had wanted the flouncy little cheerleader when my vastly superior mate preferred me? I didn't care at all. I