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Eight guards in the room.
I can floor eight in an enclosed space, but more bodies are waiting in the halls, and too many alphas to count are out patrolling the grounds.
Whether Bishop, Jin, and Reese thin the herd, or I stall until I’m alone with the pack that thinks I’m letting them claim me, I have to wait.
I chain down the pheromones rattling their cage, but I must slip a flash of inner fire.
Nikolaj’s dominance thwacks behind my kneecaps. “Do you need another reminder of your role?”
“No, Daddy.” I bite my lip.
I’ve tolerated worse than this.
“Do what you were born for. The next time you’re insubordinate, your mates will be the ones teaching you to obey.”
I swallow a blob of hot glass, but silence isn’t what he wants from me.
He wants submission.
“Understood?” Nikolaj jerks my chin.
“Yes, Daddy.” My shudder is real, and it’s exactly what he was waiting for.
“Let’s not keep your alphas waiting.” He drags my hand to the arm of his suit, and the Redfang foot soldiers split into files, forming a path for their leader.
My smile hardens to plastic, but Nikolaj can’t spot my colored contacts, let alone my wild discomfort.
“Be grateful for the chance to mate. If your brother were here as he was meant to be, you would’ve lived and died a Triad whore.”
I trip on the words and my skirt.
Now I get why Serafina was running.
I’m not going to run.
I’m going to wait.
I’m going to lie and smile and disarm my so-called father and every evil alpha in his shady operation.
And when they think they have me helpless?
The monster shakes her cage.
Soon.
They’ll find out what happens when she’s unleashed.
The OCC made us practice fancy etiquette, so I know exactly how to be escorted. How to glide in heels and place my fingers just so on an alpha’s arm, like the kind of girl who spends her time at cotillions and not convenience stores.
There’s no glide with Nikolaj Redfang—just drag.
His grip is too tight, his walk is too fast, and his sickly sweet cigar smoke sears so deep, my skin may never scrub clean.
Shouldn’t have worried I couldn’t pass as a rich girl.
A cow could fill this role.
I just have to trot on my leash and ignore the ashy nastiness taking over my arm like a quick-spreading zombie bite.
