Chapter 3


    I changed out of the dress, resisting the urge to rip it to shreds. Instead, Iid it on the bed. Not it’s fault


    I screwed up. I changed into a tank, jeans and my boots and sat on the bed waiting for Father toe.


    I didn’t think it’d be long before what happened got around. As soon as the door opened, I stood in


    military rest.


    His eyes zed amber as he stared at me from the doorway, his expression twisted in a fury. Father


    straightened his posture, visibly taking a deep breath. “Well?”


    “I’m sorry, Sir.”


    “You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say? I have spent the evening attempting to find the pack’s new


    alpha only to have you assault the hosting alpha’s son in front of everyone, and the only thing you have


    to say is you’re sorry? I have never been more humiliated in my life, Girl. I can only thank God, you’re


    mother wasn’t here to see this. All you had to do was smile and be friendly to the men there. What kind


    of girl are you if you can’t even do that?”


    I clenched my teeth together to keep from saying, I was the girl he made me. After Brandon had left, he


    pushed me to be more like a boy, more like the son he’d lost. I couldn’t tell him though, he didn’t care


    — the alpha got what the alpha wanted, period.


    “ It’s disgusting and embarrassing,” Father spat, his face reddening. “It would be better if everyone if


    you remained in this room until we return home. This way you can’t cause any more trouble. If th-”


    “She didn’t cause any trouble,” someone said, surprising both of us. It was the guy - Dean. Behind him


    were his parents, none of them looked pleased.


    “Excuse me,” Father said, looking unsettled at the three standing in the hallway.


    “She didn’t cause any trouble,” Dean insisted. “It waspletely my fault.”


    Alpha Brent cleared his throat and gave Father a tight smile. “I was hoping your daughter could clear


    up the events of this evening so I may fully understand what exactly happen.”


    “Of course,” Father said, stepping aside, shooting me a look, no doubt in warning.


    The alpha, his mate, and Dean came into the room, making it feel super crowded. My skin itched


    having them all inside.


    “Please tell me what happened this evening?” the alpha asked.


    I nced at Father then back to the alpha. “I punched your son, knocking him out.”


    A rumble came from Father. “He means why, Girl. Why did you hit him?” The alpha’s brow furrowed as


    he nced at Father.


    Damn. “Of course, sorry, Sir,” I said, scrambling for an answer, but nothing wasing to mind. I


    couldn’t bring myself to say the M-word, or I panicked and simply reacted.


    “Well,” Father demanded when I didn’t say anything.


    “I pushed her obviously,” Dean jumped in. He took a step in my direction, but when I stepped back, he


    retreated. He shed me a quick grin. “You don’t need to cover for me. Everyone knows I can be an


    idiot and say stupid crap all the time. It’s cool.”


    I nced at him, confused. What was he doing? I turned my head to the front, staring straight. “I’m not


    covering for anyone, Sir, Alpha. My actions are my own.”


    For some reason, the alpha smiled. “So I see. Alright, I’ve seen and heard enough. I do not want any


    more violence here in the pack house, is that understood?”


    “Yes, Alpha, I understand, Sir.”


    Again he gave me another small smile that disappeared when he turned to Father. “I believe my son


    has the right of it, this is all a misunderstanding, and if it doesn’t happen again, I’m fine with forgetting it


    ever happened.”


    “You are a generous man, Alpha Brent and it won’t happen again.”


    The alpha nodded and left the room, followed by his mate. Dean again started to step towards me


    when Father stepped between us. “Thank you, Alpha’s son, for being so understanding of my


    daughter’s slip of control.”


    A sh of frustration had passed through Dean’s face before he grinned at Father. “Sure, no problem.


    Wee to Blue Crescent.”


    When he left Father growled at the closed door. “Well that was not so bad,” he said then turned to me.


    “But I don’t like that boy, he’s a ripe idiot. Nothing, but a clown, from what people say. I want you to stay


    away from him.”


    No problem. “Yes, Sir.”


    He let out a little growl. “I don’t like his father much either. All this anti-violence stuff. We’re werewolves.


    We are violence. I see why ck Mountain wanted to kill him.Weakness is ripe here. You will stay out


    of sight as much as possible and maybe I will be able to fix this mess.”


    “Yes, Sir.”


    ##


    The next morning, Jon came by to see me. He grabbed a chair and sat down in it, with the back of the


    chair against his front. “So how bad was it? I need to know how much I can mess this guy up?”


    “What?”


    “The guy you hit, how bad can I mess him up.”


    I shook my head. “Jon, if he needed to be messed up, you don’t think I would’ve done it by now?”


    “Yeah, but it’s cleaner if I do it — make sure you have an alibi.”


    I shook my head, hugged my legs to my chest. “He didn’t do anything, it was me.”


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    “Come off it, I’ve seen you take a lot of crap from people, and you didn’t hit them outright like that. He


    did something.”


    “He didn’t,” I insisted, and my cheeks warmed. “He just...he’s...God, Jon he’s my mate.” There I said it.


    Understanding blossomed in his face. “Ah, um, hm, why didn’t you tell anyone.”


    I shrugged, looking at my hands. “I don’t know.”


    “Perhaps you should use te—”


    “No, Father doesn’t like him, thinks he’s an idiot. If I told him...no, let’s stick to the n of the fake


    mate.”


    “Alright, well until I find someone how about we go do something.”


    “ I’m supposed to stay out of sight,” I told him.


    “So we’ll go to the gym. You need to blow off some of steam. We can’t have you go around punching


    people, so time to put that energy to some good use. Besides, you haven’t done anything since we got


    here. I can’t have you getting bby on me. So get your ass up off that bed.”


    “Alright, let me get changed and we’ll go. The gym sounds a lot better than sitting here,” I said, and as


    he started to leave the room, I cleared my throat. “And Jon, you ever hint I’m getting bby I will crush


    you, got it?”


    He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Bring it, Mcbby,” he replied then left.


    I grinned and changed out of my jeans into gi pants, and leaving my shoes here before joining him


    outside. As we walked, people avoided us, or more like it was me. From the angry res, I’m pretty


    sure it was me they were avoiding.


    “Wow, looks like this Dean guy is popr,” Jon whispered to me.


    “Good, I don’t want to make friends,” I replied keeping my voice hard. I didn’t want them or Jon to know


    how badly I really felt about hitting him or how people now hated me for it.