"When I'm being treated as the bitch-to-be-bred, who should find a nice Alpha to lead the Pack while I'm the trophy," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "I can't quite help keeping it inside, I feel the collar getting tighter."
Ana bit her lip. See, try as she might she couldn't keep it quiet! The damned Elders had been out for her since she was old enough to realize she was not a male, and they did not want a female Vincent running the Pack, at any time, in any place adjacent to themselves.
"Please, tell me something happy about yourself. Hell, any news that isn't the imminent demise of my sanity, Wes."