“Because…”
And then it clicks. “Because I’m an omega.” I glare at him.
“Beckham–” he starts.
“I don’t want to hear this again dad,” I warn.
His jaw clenches and I know he wants to argue more, but he won’t because he just got me back and isn’t willing to risk meturning around and leaving. That doesn't mean he won’t bring this up again.
“Fine. Let’s go in. Sooner you settle in, the sooner we can eat.”
We start to head towards the door, and that's when I see him. Ralph. My father’s second in command.
His cold eyes stare back at me, a smile on his face that sends a shiver of dread down my spine and my stomach turning.
“Ah, Ralph. There you are. Beckham’s back. Can you believe it?” my dad says proudly.
“The long lost son returns," he chuckles. “Good to see you again Beckham. It’s been awhile.”
I stare back at him with pure hatred.
There was a bigger reason I left, one that has been haunting me for the past ten years.
And now, I’m forced to see that reason again.
I’m stronger than I was before. Healed a lot too.
I won’t let him take that power from me. Not again. Not ever again.
I’m older now. Stronger. He can’t hurt me. If he tries, I’ll kill him.
CHAPTER 2
FIVE MONTHS LATER
ALARIC
There are times when I wonder why I’m bothering with college. My life is complicated, and I often have to split my time between business and pleasure.
It’s always the hardest to find the motivation to go to classes at the beginning of a new semester, as an older student. My pack and I started later because school is important to Jameson. He wants to play football, live as normal life as possible, before we all step into the more criminal parts of our lives.
“We’re going to be late!” Tate yells, scowling at Jamie as he rushes around picking up his shit.
“It’s college and the first day of the new semester, they don’t give a shit if we aren’t on time.” He smirks.
“I heard this teacher is a hard ass,” I grumble. I don’t care either way if our butts aren’t in the seats exactly at nine in the morning.
It’s entirely too early for class. I was out late on a job last night, so the last thing I want is to leave the house today.
“Eh, he can’t be that bad.” Jamie smirks, making sure to brush against my body as he passes me.
Refusing to let him get away with that, I shove him against the wall, my lips cruelly twisting as his back makes contact with it. If he’s going to make my cock pay attention to him first thing in the morning, I’m going to ensure he’s rock hard all…through…class.
His gorgeous hazel eyes darken for me as he listens to me growl, but he just slouches against the wall, his backpack dangling from his fingertips.
“You’re writing checks I don’t think your ass can cash,” I murmur, caging his body with mine.
“We don’t have time for you to spank him,” Tate sighs. “Red always looks really fucking good on his skin though.”
