Jennifer

Jennifer strutted into Red Valley like she owned the place. Which, technically, she didn’t—but you’d never guess that from her grin. Alpha twin to Chaz, strategic mastermind, and chaos enthusiast, Jennifer had been briefed on Red Valley’s “quirky” reputation. She’d nodded politely. Smiled. Maybe even laughed at the warning signs. Now, twelve minutes after arrival, she was reconsidering whether she had underestimated chaos… or was just delightfully compatible with it. The moment she crossed the pack boundary, Red Valley seemed to sense her energy. Omegas sniffed her out immediately, like she’d sprinkled herself with pheromones for fun. One tripped over their own feet trying to approach; another fainted—dramatically, of course—right at her polished boots. Alphas immediately stiffened, puffing chests and glaring like this was a territorial showdown and she hadn’t even spoken yet. Betas scuttled away in organized chaos, muttering about “too much alpha energy” and “we’re doomed.” Jennifer, unbothered, spun to Chaz with a perfectly raised eyebrow. “Well,” she said, as if surveying a particularly eccentric art exhibit, “this is… impressive.” She watched as an omega attempted to climb a tree—yes, a tree—to “get a better view” of her. Another alpha puffed up like a balloon, challenging an imaginary threat. Jennifer clapped her hands once. “Adorable,” she murmured, mostly to herself. The truth was, Jennifer thrived in chaos. While Chaz recalibrated his life choices and wondered if Max had been cackling when he signed them up for Red Valley, Jennifer already began calculating her first move. Which alliances to form, which omegas needed taming, which alphas were worth entertaining… and which ones were just going to be hilarious for personal amusement. Red Valley wasn’t just a pack. It was a circus, a battlefield, a soap opera, and Jennifer intended to enjoy every second.