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I can choose to protect myself and save myself from becoming a slave to a cruel alpha.
But can I really do it?
The decision comes easily to me.
There was a time I didn’t care about the people who loved me. I ignored Dad, Heather, and my friends even if they did their best to protect me.
I won’t make the same mistake again. It’s my turn to protect my family and my mates. I won’t step back even if it’ll cost me my life.
“How do I know you’ll keep your word?” I ask.
“Boss doesn’t want any trouble,” Jake says with a shrug. “He just wants you.”
“Who the hell is he?”
“I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” he says, giving me a shit-eating grin.
“You’ll rot in hell. You know that, right?”
“I guess I’ll see you there again,” he says, winking. “Until then...” He waves his hand at me and grins.
“Fuck you.”
Soft chuckles escape him. “Maybe Boss will let me have you after he’s bored of you. Until then, be a good omega and listen to his commands.” He gives me a push toward the door. “Just get going already.”
“If I ever get free, I’ll kill you,” I promise him.
He laughs in my face but it’s a vow I make to myself.
Life has never been fair to me but I don’t care about it anymore.
Losing my mates will shatter my heart to pieces, but as long as there’s breath in my body, I’ll make it my mission to kill Jake and his fucking boss.
Jake stares at me with a calculating grin. He’s having fun watching me choose between my life and that of my dad’s and my mates’.
Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I open the door and walk out.
39
Seth
The party is starting to wind down after Mayor Bailley’s speech. Most of the guests have filtered into the dining hall while the others are saying their last goodbyes before leaving.
“Our bodies keep growing old but our minds are just as sharp,” Mrs. Norman says in a sorrowful tone. “I wouldn’t have come out to this party if my daughter didn’t keep me company.”
I look down at the short elderly woman. “Your daughter is here?”
“Yes, she’s over there,” she says, gesturing in the far corner. A middle-aged woman in a neat pantsuit is speaking to a pair of elderly gentlemen.
“Is she in politics or something?”
“She’s a lawyer,” Mrs. Norman says with a disapproving glare. “I doubt she meets a single decent soul in her workplace.”
Suddenly, her daughter looks in our direction. Glancing at the two men, she smiles and nods before making her way toward us.
“Did you just remember about me, Dora?” Mrs. Norman asks in a scathing tone.
“Oh, stop it, Mom,” says Dora. “I saw you talking to this handsome young man and thought you wouldn’t appreciate me disturbing you. That’s why I was giving you some space.”
