“Because you just waltz in and take over packs, like you did with mine. One day, a lot of packs are going to realize that the Alpha of Death really deserves to go. That won’t have anything to do with me,” I snapped.
“I didn’t want you to stay in that house,” he said, his tone softening.
“Again, why do you f*****g care?” I pressed getting frustrated.
“I couldn’t care less about your opinion of me, but I won't stand for violence against children or women,” he stated firmly.
“I managed to make my own food. It wasn’t a big deal,” I replied, brushing it off.
“You left your phone on the bed when you climbed out the window. Your mother knew the code,” he pointed out. I turned to look at him.
"I can't believe you went through my phone," I said, feeling a mix of anger and betrayal
