Cry Wolf

Chapter Sixteen - The Bitch

The Bitch

Abigail's POV

A soft knock wakes me. I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep. Glancing at the clock I groan. It's well past seven. I've slept all evening.

My bedroom door opens and my stomach drops at the sight of Liam leaning against the door-frame with arms crossed. His handsome face is an unreadable mask and it sets me on edge.

Clearing my throat, I ask harshly, "What is it?" I'm still pissed over what happened earlier. Really pissed.

Me too.

It pleases me that my wolf has my back.

Always.

His jaw ticks. "It's time for dinner."

"I'm not hungry," I huff. That's a lie. I'm starving. But I feel like being difficult.

He rolls his eyes. "You are and stop acting like a child."

I wince. Low blow, Liam, low blow. "You're an ass."

"And you are pushing it, pet." His eyes flash with anger. A clear warning, he won't allow me to smart mouth him again.

I drop my gaze. Damn it. He intimidates me so easily.

He is alpha.

That's not an excuse to act like a dick.

Getting up I amble towards the vanity, sleepily rubbing my eyes. Liam's watching me, his dark brows furrowed. "You've been sleeping for hours."

"I was tired," I grumble, pulling my hair back into a messy bun.

"Perhaps you shouldn't stay up all night," he accuses.

I scowl at him in the mirror. "How do you know that?" For that matter how did he know I was hungry?

He exhales loudly, obviously irritated with me. "I know everything you do, Abigail."

That's unsettling. "And how's that?"

"I just do."

"These crap half answers are really annoying, Liam," I snap.

"Alpha," he corrects with a growl.

"What?" He's never made me call him that before.

Straightening from the doorway he approaches me slowly. "The rest of the pack is arriving. It's time you learned your place."

I do not like this.

You and me both.

"My place?" I can't keep the bite from my tone. He's standing over me now. Looming. Authoritative.

"From now on you will refer to me as Alpha or Alpha Grey." I open my mouth to argue but a quick flash of his fangs has my jaw clamping shut. "You will not argue with me in front of the pack. You will show respect. And you will know your place."

My hands clench into tight fists. Part of me wants to strike him. "My place as your pet you mean."

"Exactly," he hisses. "Remember it well, Abigail."

"Why don't you just get me a collar, Alpha?" I snarl the last part.

A glint shines in his eyes. "Perhaps I will," he drawls with a smirk.

My mouth gapes. He wouldn't dare!

Turning he motions with his hand for me to follow. "Come, pet." This time the endearment is anything but.