Shifted Fate (Amy) novel Chapter 95

Chapter Ninety Five:

Chapter Ninety–Five

I turned back to the spill and picked up the broken plastic bottle. I tossed it in the trash I saw and mopped up the spray. “You work here?” Brandon’s voice was incredulous

“Not really. Carl is my mom’s friend. We came here for descenting spray. But Carl asked my morn about a contact back in her dad’s old pack and then they took off. Asking me to watch the store.” I smiled as I lied through my

teeth.

didn’t see them leave.” Vince turned around and silenced Brandon with a look.

out the back, since that’s where ck is. My mom role here with me, but Carl will give her a ride back here

“Well…I didn’t realize you were watching.” I laughed as I stared at them and I saw Brandon’s wince. “They went

and we will go home.”

“Do you know where they went?” Vince shopped, and I made my way to the counter. I prayed I was going to be able to work the cash register.

“They said they were going down the road for ingredients, but that they might have to go all the way to my grandpa’s pack for one specific ingredient. He said he was making a new batch of spray.” I lifted y shoulder and settled on the stool.

“You’re not sure.”

I laughed. “She is my mother, not the other way around. I am sure there are a ton of things you do that Brandon doesn’t know about.”

Vince stared at me. “Yeah, but I’m the Alpha.”

I tilted my head. “I think you forget sometimes that my mom is also an alpha.” I raised my shoulders again. “I learned a long time ago not to question her.”

Vince gave a quick nod and grabbed a few things. Brandon, on the other hand, came over to talk to me. He leaned on the counter and gave his best charming smile. “Hey Amy”

1 furrowed my brows. What was he trying to do here? “Uh, hi Brandon.”

“How are you?” He stared into my eyes, but I could see him flexing the arm he was leaning on. I had to do a slow blink to cover my eye roll.

“I’m great. How are you?” I politely smiled and looked over to Vince, who was staring at us, like a stalker. When his eyes met mine, he went back to shopping.

“I’m great now that I see you.”

I nearly gagged. I nodded along. “Oh really? Did you have something you wanted me to tell Shannon about you? Or did you like to lose your phone and need me to tell her or something?” I played stupid.

“What? No! I just wanted to see you.” Brandon straightened and sent a weird look to his father. Who, by the way, was once again staring.

“Why?” I leaned down over the counter and rested my head in my hands.

“Why what?” Brandon tried to recover.