Claimed by the Alphas: Part Three by Viola Rivard Page B

knew from her reading was because werebeast senses were heightened in animal form.
    Mila was getting to know them little by little. There were only a handful of males and they tended to stay in their wolf forms. They kept their distance from her, and she suspected it was because of some sort of unspoken rule that they weren’t allowed to associate with her.
    The women spent much more time in their human forms, and Mila was relieved to see that they weren’t all unnaturally beautiful, though most were at least moderately attractive. When she had initially come to the den, many of them had been openly hostile towards her. They had simmered down after the first day, once Asch and Caim had both imprinted on her. Now, they just seemed curious about her, but also strangely intimidated.
    Brae was already awake and conversing with a small group of females towards the entrance of the den. Mila was relieved to see her. The she-wolf had helped her to come up with the idea of letting the alphas share her, and she was probably the only one that Mila could confide her problems in.
    As she made her way across the room, she raised her hand up, preparing to call out for Brae. Rosie intercepted her.
    “Good night, Mila,” she said, materializing in front of Mila. Her auburn hair was braided into two, thick pigtails that were tied with green ribbons. She was wearing twin sets of gold bangles on both wrists, and Mila noticed that her nails were painted a deep red.
    “You have nail polish?” Mila asked, grabbing Rosie’s wrist. She brought the hand up to examine her meticulously manicured and lacquered digits.
    “Do you think they are pretty?” Rosie asked, wiggling her fingers.
    “Yeah, you do a good job. I’ve gotta have you do my nails sometime.”
    “Were you going to see Brae?” Rosie questioned, glancing at the blonde from over her shoulder. She looked back to Mila. “I can take you to relieve yourself. Do not bother with her. I am a much more valuable friend.”
    Mila dropped Rosie’s hand and gave her a tight smile.
    “That’s fine, but I need to speak with Brae first.”
    Not giving Rosie time to object, Mila sidestepped her and approached Brae. When she noticed her, Brae stopped talking and gave her a wide grin. The women she was with, whom Mila recognized as Kallie and Trina, clamped their mouths shut and shifted uncomfortably.
    “ Good night, Mila,” Brae said in her lyrical voice. “Did you sleep well?”
    In predominantly female packs, alphas typically had certain women that they preferred to sleep with, or ‘favorites’. Although no one had outright told her, Mila had inferred that Brae had been Asch’s favorite. It was easy to tell why he would choose her. Aside from being beautiful, she was genuinely kind and sweet. Back home in New York, Mila would have probably never been friends with a woman as nice as her, but in Lazarus territory, Brae was a much-needed friend.
    “What are you guys talking about?” Mila asked, insinuating herself into the circle. Kallie and Trina stepped back, both looking as though they were suddenly fascinated by the floor.
    Mila’s shoulder’s sagged. She didn’t know how she was supposed to get through to the other females, and frankly, she had enough on her plate with Asch and Caim right now.
    “Nothing important,” Brae said, waving a hand. “Are you hungry? Do you do you need to go outside?”
    “I am taking her out. You do not have to concern yourself with her,” Rosie cut in.
    Oh yes, and there was that.
    Brae folded her arms across her chest. “Do you truly believe that Asch would allow Mila outside of the den with you? A hawk could carry her away and you’d be none-the-wiser.”
    “Why do I care what Asch permits? He is not my alpha.”
    Brae let out a harsh bark of laughter. “I would enjoy seeing you say that to Asch’s face, you tick.”
    “Shut up, shut up, shut up ,” Mila snapped, rubbing at her temples. “Why does everything have to be an argument