Chapter 58

Christina's POV Ysolde had just dumped the photos into half a dozen pack group chats without a single caption. Then her pack sisters kicked off their performance like they'd rehearsed it a hundred times. Voices up, filters off. "Is that Beatrice Vance?" one of them said loudly enough for the whole room to hear. "Sure is. Lucky woman. Had Niall Granger wrapped around her finger back in the day, dumped him,disappeared overseas for years, and still crawled back into his bed like nothing happened." "Deadass. Word is, he's paying her to be his secretary now." "Please, I heard she majored in fashion design or something, nothing to do with management." "Nepotism much?" "Bet they do role-play in the pack house. 'Alpha Niall, I need special privileges...' Bitch, please, we know how you're earning that position." They didn't even bother mind-linking these comments. If anything, they leaned in louder, projecting their voices like they were auditioning for "Mean Girls: The Werewolf Edition." Niall