Twelve

So this is her. This is the mysterious Meg, Jane muses.

Conrad merely raises her eyebrows for a second before she lets them drop, making her facial expression return to entirely neutral.

A harder look at her informs her that Meg is not very muscular looking, nor very sturdy.

We could fight her for him, Jane points out.

No. But if she challenges us, we'll win, Conrad responds grimly, watching Atlas.

"I came to see you," Meg shrugs, and Atlas scowls.

"You're banned from these lands," he snaps, and Meg bats her lashes at him.

"The guards let me in. Don't blame them, though, they can't say no to an Alpha Female, and you know that," she pouts.

Conrad wants to slap the pout off her face.

If she were the jealous type, she'd probably slide up to Atlas, wrapping her arm around him or something similar to try and assert her dominance.

She's not a jealous person, though, and she won't fight for someone who isn't fighting for her, so she keeps her mouth shut.

"I told you to leave my lands and nev