Destiny
Luca started smirking mischievously the moment I stepped into the dining room, and I don't like it. Then again, come to think of it, people have been smirking knowingly at me.
"Good morning," I greet everyone as a chorus of good mornings goes around the huge table.
Dammit, I can hardly walk, I can't even sit properly. I'm so tender and my ass is still on fire making it a bit tedious to sit down normally.
"Good morning," Tyler says, striding into the dining room, joining us, sitting at the head of the table.
"Good morning alpha," these people respond, smirking.
"Okay, why the hell are you all smirking?!" I asked frustrated.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because at three in the morning, we all heard you still screaming Tyler's name," Jenny replied sarcastically—my face going fifty shades of red completely forgetting they had stayed over, and the walls weren't soundproof.
"That's not all, you should've seen the guys with a new bed set," Luca continues.