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As I continued to walk forward, Mera took a step back, her eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown.
"Play things? With all due respect, Beta Negan, we aren't anyone's 'playthings'. I don't think I appreciate that name." She said with a firm voice.
My smirk only widened as I licked my lips. How deliciously feisty.
Meanwhile, her friend showed her calm side once again, placing her hand in front of Mera and trying to get her to stay behind her and stop talking.
"Sylvia, this is the Beta. We can't afford to–" Before she could finish, however, Mera snapped.
"Afford to what? He called us his 'playthings', Sylvia. Who does that?" She was seething with rage, turning her gaze to me with gritted teeth. "Gosh, I'm so done with this pack after this. Maybe I'll convince my family to move us to Crescent Moon."
How interesting...
