Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3)

She shook her head. “No. I eat something like that and I have to eat nothing but lettuce and work out for days to burn it off.”


“Right. Well, I have the opposite problem. It gets old, this whole eating all the time thing. I kept almost losing control of my wolf before. But now, as long as I eat I’m pretty okay. Me and the wolf have an understanding.”

Claudia pressed her lips together for a second, as if carefully considering what I’d said. “It’s weird hearing you talk about the wolf that way.”

I shrugged. “It’s weird to me, too, but that’s the only way I know how to describe it.” I checked the sammy. Not quite toasty. “So, who here has abilities that could be considered leadership material?”

“No one. That’s the problem. I’ve even asked friends in nearby covens, but they won’t respond. They’re too afraid of Luciana.”

I snorted. “She’s such a bitch.” I thought for a second. “What about you?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Me?” She pointed to herself like there was anyone else in the room I could’ve been talking about.

“Yeah. When we first met, you helped me find Dastien. That could be a good start.”

She shook her head. “That’s nothing. I helped amplify your own powers.”

“What about Raphael?”

“He’s good at spells. Other than that…”

“Poor guy.” I winked at her.

Claudia laughed.

My sammy was done. I put it on the plate and cut it in half. The bread gave a lovely crunch as the knife sliced through it. “Do you have any chips?”

“Yeah.” She hopped off the counter and opened a cabinet. “Snacks are all in here.” She pulled a bag of tortilla chips and a bag of Cheetos. “I also have Limón potato chips, and pretzels.”

“I’ll take the Cheetos.” I grabbed a root beer from the fridge and sat down.

Cooking for myself was going to be a pain in the ass. How was I going to get anything done? I suddenly yearned for the cafeteria and stocked common room fridge.

I could do this. I had to. Losing control here would cost too much. “So, you don’t have any leads, no covens will help us, and we can’t talk to Grams.”

Claudia tilted her head. “That’s not entirely accurate.”

I set the sandwich down. “What part?”

She looked off to the side, slowly nodding as she thought about it. “We could talk to Grams.”

“What, like have a séance? Use a Ouija board? What are we talking about here? And isn’t that really scary? I mean, I don’t know about you, but the kinds of scary movies that give me nightmares start out with something like that. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being chased by demons.”

She slashed her hand through the air. “It’s a little dangerous, but manageable. With the right spell.”

I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this. “Any chance we can do it during daylight hours?” I shuddered.

“No. We’ll get Raphael and a few of the others to help, too. If we can make sure to get just Grams, then we should be fine. And we’ll ward the house to keep out evil entities.”

Evil entities? “This sounds like a terrible idea.”

“What sounds like a terrible idea?” Raphael said as he came through the kitchen door.

“Your sister wants to have a séance to find out if Grams has any ideas on a replacement for me.”

“No.” He didn’t even think about it. There was no hesitation in his voice whatsoever. “That’s way too dangerous.”

Claudia hunched her shoulders. “Even if—”

“No.”

The twins stared each other down for a minute before Claudia conceded. “Fine. But I still say it’s an option.”

I finished my sandwich and wiped off my fingers. “What do you think Luciana’s really up to? If she’s threatening war with the pack and gaining power in a bad way, then she has to have a plan.”

“We don’t know,” Raphael said. “There’s been some major discontent brewing in the coven for years, but now…it’s reached a fever pitch. It’s crazy. And it’s not just Luciana. It’s people I thought were normal, chill, before. Now, they’re all crazed.” He shook his head. “It’s not right. And it’s not right that we cornered you into this, but we need whatever help we can get.”

He was right. It was messed up, but we had to get past that. There had to be a solution, but I didn’t know enough to figure it out yet.

I got up and busied myself cleaning up my dishes. When I was done, I turned back to the twins who were quietly whispering about what to do or not do with me next.

Sometimes having Were hearing was a little awkward. Or completely awkward.

I cleared my throat. “I’m just going to go upstairs and get settled. We can figure out the next step once I get unpacked and my mom brings more food.”

“Okay,” they said in unison.