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The elevator halts on the third floor. It belongs entirely to Paul, and I catch the receptionist texting on her cell phone while watching something on her computer. She glances up and quickly shuts it off, bringing a document to the screen.
“I think you have the wrong floor, sir. Mr. Miller isn’t seeing anybody today.” The receptionist glances at her landline. I can see her consider calling security, and I close the space and hold my hand up.
“So, Paul is here,” I say, keeping my voice low. “His assistant told me he wasn’t in. I have something important I need to bring to his attention. If you even consider calling security, you will be blackballed within this county. Mr. Miller straddles a thin line between being a lawful treasurer and being a white-collar criminal. You wouldn’t want to get wrapped up in that now, would you?”
I don’t take my eyes off hers, testing her resolve. She automatically rolls back from her desk and gets up, fluttering toward what looks to be a bathroom.
That’s a smart idea. She can’t get in trouble if she didn’t know I was here.
I straighten my suit jacket and stride around her counter to the double doors with Paul Miller etched into the frosted glass. I shove it open.
“Tina, I told you not to disturb us—” Paul growls, widening his nostrils at me.
I cock my head and spot a woman on her knees under his glass desk, giving him a blow job. Of fucking course.
I strut forward and slam my hands on the desk. “You fucking bastard! What do you think you’re doing messing with my pack?” Pulling my phone out, I snap a bunch of pictures of Paul in his scandalous state and immediately send them to Adrian. “I don’t know what kind of games you’re playing, but you better fucking withdraw your interest from Scarlett.”
The woman squeaks from under the table, wiping her mouth on the back of her arm. She scrambles to get to her feet. I meet her eyes and snap a picture, making sure that I have the evidence I need to blackmail this son of a bitch if I need to. I don’t know who the woman is, but she is someone else’s omega.
“Dom, please. Settle down. I don’t know what you’re going on about. I have no interest in Scarlett. I’ve already done my part with my dearly beloved. You know I have no interest in another.” Paul rolls his shoulders and zips up his pants, muttering the words as he watches the women leave the office.
I throw my hands out. “Then who the fuck is that?”
Paul leans back in his chair and stretches his arms over his head to rest on the back of his neck. “Just someone to play with. Now, I expect your discretion. You shouldn’t be barging in here anyway.”
Fury floods through me, and I reach over the desk and grab him by the tie, yanking him forward and slamming him down. I latch my fingers to the back of his neck and squeeze, feeling his pulse beating against my fingers.
“You need to fucking tell me what is going on. Pack Carlisle contacted us, demanding that we return Scarlett. They claim that we were not truthful with our proposal. They should be all fine and fucking dandy, but Scarlett’s mother says that she has arranged another marriage. To Pack Miller of the Clearwater Territory.” Leaning down, I get in his face and meet his eyes. “Which you are the leader of.”
Paul mutters under his breath, the noise vibrating on my palm. “Dom, you’re mistaken. I have not made any arrangements for another omega. You should ask my nephew. I’m not the only available alpha with Pack Miller. Chaz filed for emancipation from my leadership because he felt I was purposefully preventing his claim to power. His inheritance relies on him marrying an omega. He’s using the Miller name despite legally requesting to be leader of Pack Broderik.”
The psychotic, sneaking fuck. He must’ve used the prospect of his inheritance to persuade Scarlett’s mom. “You could’ve warned us.”
Paul sighs. “I didn’t know he’d take things this far. But believe me, I had nothing to do with any of this. We both know he’s unstable. Clearwater University was his last hope after his expulsion from Alpha Academy. We thought he would straighten up not being around so many hot-headed people. I don’t know what Scarlett did or if they have a history that she’s not telling you about. Maybe you should start there. There must be a bigger reason he wants her so badly apart from money.”
I stiffen and slam my fist against his desk. “You will not blame his behavior on Scarlett! You said he has a history. He’s been hiding who he was and passing as a beta. He didn’t even know Scarlett was an omega when they met. I will not stand for you trying to twist this onto my mate. It’s sick.”
“It’s reasonable to think that. You know how available omegas are, especially ones passing as betas. I bet they were drawn to each other, but she had to change her mind because of your proposal.” Paul sits upright and straightens his suit jacket. “I’m sorry, Dom. I wish there was more I could do. I can’t control my nephew. He’s an adult.”
“He’s a criminal and needs to be handled appropriately. You have connections to the right people. Get him to stop and put him in his place. Tell Pack Carlisle you don’t back him and that he’s a fraud.” I fist my hand, clutching my phone. “If you don’t, your career is over. Even if it’s the last thing I fucking do. You’re done.”
I don’t give Paul a chance to respond and stomp from his office, slamming his door. The receptionist remains hidden in the bathroom, and I take the stairwell instead of the elevator back to the lobby. I manage to make it outside without anyone stopping me, and I stride around the building and head a couple of blocks over to where I parked my motorcycle. I wasn’t going to have it seen at the city office.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I climb on my bike and start the engine, the rumble shaking me to the core. Or maybe it’s my nerves. I’m pissed off. I’m worried. I feel like I have lost all control of my life.
Unknown: What did I tell you, old man? You weren’t supposed to go to my uncle. You know packs stand stronger together when they have a common enemy. You don’t think I know my uncle’s secrets? It would be a shame if he thought it was you who spilled them.
Me: Come face me, asshole. Show me what kind of alpha you really are. You keep hiding like the weak, pathetic bastard you are. You can never be good enough for Scarlett. You aren’t a real alpha. That’s why you passed so well as a beta.
Should I be testing him? The smart, practical part of me knows better. But he struck a nerve.
I send a screenshot to Paul, hoping that if he sees Chaz’s threat, that he’ll try harder to control the asshole and do what is right.
I don’t hang around for a response, knowing that Chaz probably followed me and lingers nearby. I barrel forward on my bike, weaving in and out of lanes and making turns to take me in circles until I hit the Pacific Coast Highway and speed, letting the adrenaline of riding my motorcycle push away the tension clinging to my muscles.
Chaz might be bold. He might have the audacity to pull a fucked-up stunt like this, but he doesn’t have the intelligence or the capability to succeed.
He will get what’s coming to him.
