Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

My dad’s brows scrunch at me. “Did your mom and I not teach you the art of being a couch potato? Jesus Christ, I’ve truly failed as a parent.”

And for someone who’s a kindergartener with stress—you know: he’s like rubber, stress is like glue; it bounces off him and sticks to you—working

My little sister approaches with a goblet of purple liquid and a cinnamon stick. “That looks disgusting,” I tell her. “It tastes like hell and the bottom of my soul,” she says, slurping a large sip from the straw