“Stop struggling.”
The moment he gives the order, I flop in his arms and curse this stupid omega body. It just wants to please the alpha.
He is not my alpha.
Now all I can do is glare at him as he whispers sweet nothings, and I melt in his arms.
I may be pissed right now, but it sure feels nice to be mollycoddled like this. It’s new and foreign to me.
“Now sleep. I promise it will all get better from here. I’m going to take good care of you, Buttercup.”
Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.
My eyelids droop, and I soon fall asleep in his arms. Hopefully, I really will die before I wake this time.
If there’s one fate worse than death, then that’s being some alpha’s plaything.
I am no one’s plaything.
Chapter 5
Ted
Thebossjustsentme a text, and I almost crush the phone in my hand when I see the cryptic message.
He failed to get the money from that shady strip club downtown, and I knew this would happen.
If only I hadn’t had other affairs to attend to, I could have gone downtown and collected that money for myself. But it turns out that a lot of people in this city owe us in the end, and the Whitefang Pack really does have its work cut out.
Fionn and Hiroshi are hunting down a guy who failed to pay us on time, but he won’t get far. We paid his student tuition fees, yet he decided to pay back our kindness by bailing on us.
That does not sit well with me.
It appears that degree in economics didn’t teach him a thing about money and business after all, and I hope Fionn and Hiroshi teach that kid a lesson.
The Whitefang Pack will catch up with him, one way or other. We always catch up with our enemies.
Hiroshi and Fionn are brutal. Even more than me and Hiroshi is a beta. But he’s a strong beta, and at times I forget he isn’t an alpha.
Even alphas are afraid of him, and I guess that’s what happens when you’re a Whitefang. People know what you’re all about.
I read the rest of Killian’s text. He may not have gotten the money, but he says he has something far better, and my curiosity gets the better of me.
I pace back and forth in the living room of our penthouse, worrying my bottom lip. I avoid glancing at my reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. I am no pretty boy, especially with the large scar running down my left eye.
The memory flashes briefly in my mind, and I flinch, covering the white scar. At least the bitch failed to blind me; I know that was her intention.
Still. Her rosemary scent haunts me to this very day, and I refuse to have the herb in the house period.
Anything that so much as reminds me of her can set me on a warpath.
The elevator pings in the corridor, and I peer away from my ugly, scowling mug, standing to attention.
Killian is a smaller alpha than me, but he’s still my boss as I show him the respect that a man of his position deserves. After all, he is the founder of Whitefang Industries and the leader of our pack. The rest of us would be lost without his leadership.
Killian knows how to do business. He’s the face of our organization while I’m more of an enforcer.
Then there’s Fionn and Hiroshi, the torturers.