“Okay.” he gives my hand a squeeze and lets me go.
It’s dark out and there’s not much light apart from the fire behind me, the moon and the lights from the clubhouse.
“Fucking heels.” I mutter as I nearly faceplant but catch myself. I’m too drunk for this shit, so I pull my shoes off and toss them to the side. They are tomorrow's issue.
Making my way around to the front of the clubhouse, I stumble my way to the door. That's when I hear shouting.
My brows furrow. Who the fuck is fighting now?
Throwing the door open, my stomach sinks. I blink a few times, wondering if what I’m seeing is real.
Will is standing there, nostrils flaring, looking seconds away from killing the bitch standing in front of him. Her hands are on his chest and all I see is red.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I growl.
Their heads snap my way and Will’s eyes widen and he takes a step back. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Julia sneers at me. “Fuck off. We were having a conversation."
I laugh as I walk further into the clubhouse. “Nah, I don’t think so. You are not supposed to be here.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” she huffs. “Go back to your little party. The adults are talking.”
I snort a laugh. “You must have a death wish. Why are you back?”
“It’s none of your business.” She turns to Will. “Can we please go somewhere and talk?” She reaches out to touch him again and I fucking snap.
Grabbing her hand, I bend it backwards until I hear a snap. “Don’t ever fucking touch him again.” I scream in her face.
She screams and yanks it away from me, stumbling to the side. “You’re fucking crazy!”
“Bitch, you haven’t seen the half of it.” I laugh. “But you’re about to. I told Will if I ever saw you anywhere near here, I’d kill you myself.”
“Y-you can’t do that.” she cradles her hand to her chest, looking to Will. “You wouldn’t let her kill me, would you?”
“No.” Will growls and I look at him in horror. Is he fucking kidding me?
“Thank you.” she breaths out. “I knew you would see reason.”
“Because I want to be the one to do it.”
Julia’s face pales. “No,” she shakes her head. “You wouldn’t do that. You're a good man William. Sweet and kind. Loving. A good Alpha. You would never kill a woman. An Omega. It’s me Will, remember?”
“Oh, I fucking remember.” he growls. “I remember everything you’ve ever fucking done to me. I gave you a chance Julia. I gave you an out and you didn’t listen.”
“You can’t be serious.” She looks shocked. “Why are you doing this?!” She stomps her foot. “I gave you time, I gave you space, but that's enough. You are mine, Will,myAlpha. This is my pack. You were always meant to be mine. You’ve had your fun with this little...” She looks at me like I’m nothing but dog shit on the bottom of her shoes. “Slut. But now it’s time to grow up.”
“Is this bitch for real?” I huff out a laugh. “Will, baby, you shouldn’t have sent her away, you should have sent her to the fucking loony bin because the shit she’s spewing is pure crazy. And the fucked up part is, she believes it. I think she really believes you are hers.”
“Because he is!” she screams.
“He’s mine!” I roar. “My Alpha. My pack. Mine. I’m sorry that you’re a sad, delusional, fucked up old lady with nothing going for her. But you chose the wrong people to fuck with.”
“If he’s yours why doesn’t he have your mark huh? I don’t see any bites on him. Because he didn’t let you, that's why. Because he knew I was the only one who would ever be able to mark him.” She gives me this smug look and I just burst out laughing.
Grabbing the neckline of Will’s shirt, I pull it down to reveal the bite mark on his chest. “Wrong again, lady. I marked him. Not once.” I tell her, showing her the other side of his chest. “Not twice. But three times. But I can’t show you where his third bite mark is.” It’s his dick. I may have gone a little crazy with the possessiveness during my heat.
Her face turns red as she has the nerve to look at Will with hurt. “You let this bitch bite you?” she chokes out. “Why? Why would you do that?”
