Chapter Three of Being Alpha

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Chapter Three

Almost dying took its toll, which meant before the hour was up, it was time to make food. And not just a little food—sandwiches and Cheetos wasn’t going to cut it—but a butt load of it, including a ton of meat. Dastien grilled some massive steaks that looked like half a cow, but he said it wasn’t even near that much. Still, a family of ten could live for a few days on the food I chowed through. I’d made four boxes of wild rice and a large salad.

It’d tak...