She hesitates before replying, “Yes. I’ve stayed away from her, like you ordered.”
The day I made her stand on her knees for two hours I told her not to engage with Harper ever again. That didn’t stop Harper from beating the shit out of her. Oh well. Can’t behave like a stuck-up bitch and expect the person you hurt not to retaliate.
I wander around, fingering the small trinkets scattered about.
“To join the Barclay pack, would you have done anything?” I ask.
Our eyes meet, and hers widen.
“Alpha, I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammers.
The light in her blue eyes has dimmed since she couldn’t have the Barclay pack.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes slowly meet mine.
“How far would you go to be part of our pack?”
She twists her fingers nervously. “You’re the top pack in all of Greywood. I wanted to be your omega.”
“Did anyone promise to help you join our pack?”
She edges backward. “Alpha, please don’t make me.”
“Answer me,” I roar.
She collapses onto the bed. “Yes.”
“Who?” I demand.
“Mr. Barclay, Mr. Montclair, Mr. Burbank, and… Mr. Donovan,” she whispers.
“Well done, omega.”
She exhales sharply.
“Now get down on your knees.”
“Please, no, alpha.”
“Now,” I growl.
Our own fathers tore us apart.
Tears stream down her pale cheeks as she kneels.
“Stay put until the clock hits four a.m.,” I order, then leave her dorm.
My father tried to keep me from my fated mate. Dear old dad will fucking pay for this.
CHAPTER TEN
DUSTIN
My knuckles rap against the door. Three sharp knocks. "Wake the hell up, Harper."
"Five more minutes," comes the muffled groan from inside.
