KAYLA'S POV I kept glancing at the wall clock at every slightest chance. It was getting late, and he wasn't here yet. The thought that he might be out there with that skank, Megan Prescott, made my blood boil with rage. I was restless and uncomfortable for hours, and continued waiting for him. Then, I heard the car honk and my gaze went straight to the wall clock for the one hundredth time. 12:48am. That was the time.Rushing to the window, I pushed the curtains aside, and from the glass, I saw Austin walk out of the car. He staggered slightly as he started walking into the Pack's mansion.The door creaked open, and he walked in, looking half-wasted from drinking alcohol. I rushed to help him, he waved at me and walked to the couch where he sat heavily. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. It felt like the cat had just caught my tongue.“What are you still doing here, Kayla? Didn't my beta inform you that he has gotten a condominium for you to stay in?” His voice was cold, stern,
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