Fated and Claimed by Four Alphas

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Chapter 9

~Spring’s POV~

The hallway between the cafeteria and the west wing lockers was oddly quiet—too quiet for midmorning.

I had only meant to pass through to clear my head before the fourth period, but then I saw her.

Madelyn Vale.

One of the four bitches who had treated me wrongly.

She stood near the vending machine, laughing with her clique, her voice dripping with syrup and venom.

Same swishy brown hair that stopped at her bra, same cruel glint in her brown eyes. She hadn’t changed. Not a damn thing about her had changed.

But I had.

A scream echoed in my mind—not from now, but from a memory buried in Spring’s bones.