I don’t think anyone here trusts him as far as they can throw him. And considering how big he is, he’d be a struggle for even the alphas to throw.
“Open the door, Dad! Please—“ My voice breaks as I slump against the door.
There isn’t time for him to pull his usual game of leaving me waiting forever before he deems me worthy of his time.
To my surprise, the door opens a couple of seconds later, leaving me stumbling into the room. I nearly faceplant. If it weren’t for my shoulder catching on the doorframe, sending a painful jolt that has me gasping with pain down my ribs, I would’ve eaten shit all over the dirty entryway rug my dad hasn’t replaced since I was born.
“The fuck happened to you?” Dad scoffs, stepping back to make room for me to stumble inside. “Was just about to call you.”
My blood runs cold when I see Jett already standing in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter. He looks like he wants to murder me right now.
Well, he normally shoots me glares that could kill, but this one is potent. Like he means it.
I don’t give a flying fuck whether this makes me a tattletale. That title doesn’t mean jack shit if I’m dead.
“Jett beat the crap out of me last night,” I say, collapsing into a dining room chair. The furthest one away from my brother.
“Seriously?” Dad huffs, shooting a glare at Jett. “I can’t fucking deal with your bullshit when I’m dealing with this fucking crisis.”
“Crisis? What crisis?” I ask, my blood running cold.
Is Mirabelle dead already? Oh god. Was I too late?
“The facility that... supplied the omega we were given? It got raided. Shut down by some piggish Northside cops,” Dad says, his lips curling in disgust. “Apparently, there’s a whole case against the pharmaceutical company. Which means we’re still trying to see whether that affects the supply chain for the product we sell from the dogs.”
I know I should jump up from my chair, explaining the full situation with Mirabelle and demanding my dad do something, but the deep-rooted childhood fear of the consequences of taking up too much space keeps me stuck to my chair.
Plus, I think I’d actually pass the fuck out if I did jump up from my chair right now.
“I’m hoping ‘cause their blood is made into suppressants and the hoity toity Northsiders will still want a steady supply of that kinda stuff to produce that shit, that we’ll still be able to sell, especially since our stock is top shelf. But with the investigation, our supply of the enhancement drugs is fucked.”
Jett stiffens in his chair as his gaze cuts towards me.I don’t know why he’s glaring at me even more this time. It’s not like I’m putting a big drain on our supply. I honestly think he uses it more than I do.
“Which was why I wanted to talk to you,” Dad continues, turning his gaze towards me. “How’s the omega settling in? Apparently, she’s gotten a lot more important than we originally thought, if the supply of the enhancement drugs is cut off.”
Holy shit. This is my moment.
“Thank God,” I mutter. “Dad, we’ve got a problem.”
I point an accusing finger at Jett.
“Jett was a fucking idiot?—“
“Hey! Shut your mouth, shitstain—“ Jett snarls.
He’s cut off by Dad shooting him a glare so powerful it has my brother withering under the force of it.
“Go on,” Dad says, eyeing me assessingly. I guess he’s surprised I’m willing to so openly insult my brother, especially after the very obvious beating I took.
“I did a good job training the new dog. Got him all the way through the training protocol and was gonna tell you, but Jett didn’t want that to happen ‘cause he knew you’d probably assign me as the omega’s trainer permanently?—“
“Get to the fucking point, Rowan,” my dad snaps, pinching his nose.
My jaw clamps shut. I give him a quick, jerky nod, which I instantly regret when it sends pain shooting down my neck.
“Jett sent her in last night with Ash, naked, and when she survived a few hours with him, he decided that wasn’t enough and sent her in with Rage, completely unprepared. Knowing him, he probably ordered for Rage’s chains to be unlocked or something.”
Dad’s shoulders stiffen and his alpha dominance explodes outwards, making me grateful I’m sitting down.
