She looks at me and crinkle's her nose when I wink at her. Camilla reaches for the glass on the table. “No.” I forbid it.

Mirabelle tilts her head and squints,“Camilla?”

Camilla giggles, the sound still foreign to me. “Hey mama.” she waved at Mirabelle who was less than six feet away. I watch as Mirabelle waves with the same energy as her drunk friend. Her gaze drifts to me, “Alpha, you.” She says with a completely different attitude than that she used with Mirabelle seconds ago.

I watch the movement of her lips as she talks. “I want apple juice, you promised to play nice with me but look-.”...