I jumped to my feet, desperate to get my Alphas free.
“Please,I just need to speak with her,” I insisted to the woman at the front desk. Music thrummed through, making even the floors vibrate.
“Again, no, Demi’s indisposed,” the Beta insisted.
I slapped the surface of the desk. “What about Sonia?” I spat. “Is she here?”
“She’ll be here for the night shift.”
Maybe Fern should have come in with me. Panic was choking me.
“What about Elias?”
Her eyes widened and flicked to the side like I’d said the bogeyman.
“No one is allowed meetings with the Greymont Pack.” She pursed her lips. “Least of all a walk in.”
The door jingled. A divine force must have been listening to me. Elias Greymont entered, striding past with quick steps.
“Elias!” I shouted, trying to keep up with his pace.
“Ma’am,” the Beta snapped from behind me. I ignored her.
“Elias,” I repeated.
He jerked at the entrance of the main floor where the music was coming from, and slowly turned. There was no sign of his levity from the first time I’d met him. He looked . . . scarier.
I couldn’t afford to cower.
“I need to speak to you.”
“Not right now,” he rumbled, still walking away from me. I chased after him through the sea of round tables.
“Please,” I cried, desperate.
He came to a stop and turned toward me, the anger on his face forcing me back a step.
“Demi put in a report against the Ironwyld Pack,” I huffed, trying to catch my breath.
He raised an eyebrow. “And?”
His response left me speechless. I blinked, and the irritation grew on his face.
“Did you know she was the Omega they were looking for?” The accusation spilled from my lips, and his bland stare told me everything I needed to know. “Can you make her drop the report?”
His eyebrow twitched even higher.
“Please, Mr. Greymont.” I hated that I couldn’t make my voice softer. It sounded more like a demand and he did not like that. “You need to do something.”
He stepped forward, leaning close to my face, and I flinched back. “If you have an issue with Demi, speak with her. My Pack’s fuck toy isn’t high on my priority list.”
With that, he straightened, smoothed his hand on his coat, and left. I gawked, reeling from his words. When Demi had explained it, she’d been wanting them as her Pack, but all they saw her as was another body. At least she’d get her karma.
That nugget of good news didn’t stop the feeling of overwhelming helplessness from taking over.
My lips trembled, and I pressed them together. One of the scantily dressed servers approached with a bouncer. They were going to kick me out.
Turning on my slippers, I hurried away. My heart drummed in my ears. I shoved open the glass door and walked out into the bright morning.
