Her silver eyes gleam with amusement.
“I wonder what Jack will do when he finds out?” She continues, voice light but edged with cruelty. “I doubt Fury will see the next day.”
My stomach knots, but I keep my face blank. She’s testing me–looking for a reaction. I won’t give her one.
Instead, I fold my arms and ask flatly, “Why are you here?”
She hums, studying me like I’m some strange new creature. “I heard rumors,” she says, taking a slow step closer. “Whispers about a woman who dared to drag the most dangerous Alpha–after the Alpha King, of course–around like a ragdoll when it should have been the opposite.” Her lips curl, silver eyes flashing with something unreadable. “Naturally, I had to see if such a woman truly existed.”
Chapter 24
I stare at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
The way she says it…
Like the entire pack is losing its mind over what I did.
I stay silent, refusing to take the bait.
Instead, I shift tactics. “And you are?”
She clicks her tongue, as if the answer is obvious. “Duh. I’m Alpha Jack’s sister.” A smirk pulls at her lips as she gestures to herself. “My name is ”
Her voice fades into the background as my mind races. Jack’s sister.
Which means-
She’s just as dangerous as him. Just as ruthless.
I need to be careful.
“Well, now that you’ve seen me,” I say coolly, “you can leave. I’d like to get back to my book.”
“Oh, you’re definitely his mate,” she says, eyes gleaming. “That’s the only explanation for why you’re still alive.”
I don’t respond.
She takes another step closer but avoids touching the silver bars, lowering her voice. “No one else would have been spared after humiliating Jack the way you did. He threw you in here, sure, but that was just to silence everyone while he deals with the consequences.”
Something flickers in my chest, but I don’t acknowledge it.
“His pride is on the line,” she continues. “This pack–these bastards–they’re all questioning his authority. Because a woman dared-”
She stops, shaking her head.
I don’t need her to finish the sentence.
This pack treats women like nothing. Like disposable objects, useful only for breeding or serving. The fact that I, a mere woman, dragged Jack from the territory to the mating room, unintentionally asserting dominance, must be driving them insane.
I wonder what would’ve happened if I had spoken to him cruelly in front of his pack.
They must be losing their fucking minds.
+ picture them now–Alphas, Betas, warriors–fuming, spitting, demanding answers. And if Jack told them I was his mate? I’m sure most of them know by now.
I lift a brow, feigning boredom. “Why are you here again?”
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