said. When texting perfect strangers in the middle of the night to ask for assistance,
a greeting seemed in order.
Hello, Alexandra . The reply came fast, and she gasped. How the hell did whoever answered her know
who she was?
No. No. No. She stood up and went back into her room, turning off her phone. Maybe
they had some kind of caller ID. But her cell phone was registered to her mother.
There was a logical explanation. She crawled back under the covers and forced her
eyes closed. Hell would bang down her door the next day. Another Rush event. More
smiling and God knew what skirmishes she’d have to face with Mellee.
She certainly couldn’t do it exhausted. Somehow she had to sleep. She dug deeper under
her covers. How had whoever had been on the opposite end of the phone known her name?
***
The rest of Rush Week went by in a blur. Soon, she found herself wearing a white dress
and standing in a circle while she held a lit candle. The sisters sang and offered
each one of the potential pledges a hug before handing them their bid to pledge Lambda.
Despite her best attempt to stay stoic, tears swam in her eyes.
She’d craved this for so long it almost didn’t bother her when Mellee skipped hugging
her. Almost. She stared at the back of Mellee’s head and suddenly didn’t feel so bad
about the deal she had struck with the ever stranger Kieran.
With weeks, maybe months left ahead of her of pledging, she couldn’t let her guard
down. Before the end of the evening, she was surrounded by her fellow pledges in sleeping
bags on the basement floor of her new sorority house. Everyone giggled and laughed
as they sipped champagne. None of them seemed to hate her or resent her presence there,
at least not yet.
They were supposed to get to know one another, so they could go through the next few
months as pledge sisters, and then, maybe someday, be part of the same packs. A cohesive
pledge class got through the process a lot faster. The more divisive the class became,
the longer the sisters would drag out the day to initiation. Or so they said. With
everyone’s schedules, Alexandra suspected they had the end written in bright red letters
on a PDF document somewhere.
One of the other new pledges, Livie, a girl with brown hair and glasses, said something,
and Alex laughed. They were taking turns around the circle talking about themselves.
Alex would be up next.
Truthfully, she had no idea what she would to say. Not in the slightest. They’d all
had interesting lives, funny times with a pack. She supposed she had a couple of amusing
anecdotes about the time her mother and she had snuck into a movie theater to see
the cartoon movie Up and had gotten caught. Her mother had sweet talked the police.
But that was about it.
All eyes turned on her, and she knew she had to talk.
With a deep breath, she started. “Hi, my name is Alexandra O’Henry.”
“And her mother is a raving slut.” Mellee’s voice resounded in the basement, and Alex
jumped in her sleeping bag. She hadn’t had much interaction with the woman other than
being ignored, and she flinched at the sound of her voice.
“Listen up, bitches.” Mellee stepped forward.
She had two women behind her, Sisters of the House named Cher and Lois. They were
both dark haired although Cher was tall and lanky while Lois appeared small and curvy.
The three of them standing together were quite a striking threesome. Men would definitely
take several glances if they walked around together. As for Alex, the fact they stood
there together made her shudder. This couldn’t be good news.
“This is Alexandra O’Henry. Her mother disgraced her pack and this House. She had
a mate she left to take off with another male. A lone wolf with no pack and no affiliation.
She humiliated her mate and her family. In disgrace, she had to raise this packless
bitch alone.”
One of her pledge mates gasped. Alex heard