Battle of the Roses [Book 2]

Chapter 24

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Chapter 24

Hunter

After the pack had filed out of our house, my dad sank against the wall and mumbled, "I hated doing that."

"Ren, you were too harsh. The dance, her phone, the computer, the television, that makes sense, but her beta position? Everyone here knows that Elsa is no omega and she will not conform to the role. Ever," my mom stated firmly.

"I know. But she needed to be put in her place and the pack needed an example of what happens if you break the rules of our pack. Unfortunately she happened to be the example. Hunter, go heal her arm. I don't want to see her in pain."

"I think her pain is a lot more mental than physical, dad," I said.

"Then put her out of her physical pain. Go." I nodded. I went up the stairs and knocked on Elsa's door. I was greeted with silence even though I could hear her breathing on the other side.

"Elsa," I said. "It's Hunter. Let me in."

When she still didn't respond, I poked my head through the door. Elsa was on the floor surrounded by cotton pads and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She had her injured arm resting limply while she cleaned off the blood. Tears streaked down her face but she made no sound. Her body was visibly shaking.

"Are you okay?" I asked, shutting her door.

"I just got my beta position taken away, my phone taken away, my computer taken away, television taken away, I can't go to dance, I can't speak to anyone, no one can speak to me, I'm under house arrest, I got my arm mangled by your second, and I was made a fool of in front of the pack. You tell me how I'm doing?" She snapped, not even bothering to look at me.

"Hurt? Angry? Embarrassed? In pain?" I walked towards her slowly. My sister was one of the few who could beat me in a fight next to mom, dad, Noah, Shiloh, and Loren. She might've been injured but her fury was beyond comprehension right now. Her fury would only fuel her if she decided to attack me.

"I don't care about having dance taken away, or my phone, or the television, or the house arrest, or speaking to anyone... hell, I don't even care about my arm getting mangled. It'll heal. But you and I both know I am not an omega. You and I both know I am no more and no less than a beta." Elsa grabbed the bloody cotton pads and stood up. She walked over to the trash can to throw them away.

"I'm going to try and convince dad to put you back at beta status, because I do know you're not an omega. Everyone does. Dad included. He needed to make an example of what happens if you break the rules and no matter how much I wish it wasn't, that example is you. Here, let me give you some blood so you can get that arm healing up faster."

I took her hand but she jerked it away. "Don't touch me."

"Elsa?"

"You told me that if I ever needed anything that I could always go to you. The one time I truly needed you, you didn't help me. Why can I trust anything you say?" she asked.

"I know you're hurt mentally, and I don't think there's much I could do about it right now, and after tonight I know you wouldn't let me help with it anyway. But I can help your arm. I hate seeing you in pain. So does dad and mom and Ember."

"Good. Let them see. Let everyone see. Let them know that family means nothing in this pack and that if they break the rules, this is what will happen. Dad wants me to be an example? Then I'll be the example. My arm will be the example."