Hunter's Alpha (gxg) ✓

13. Friday

This chapter is for Ellivation

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Tommy is waiting for me as soon as I walk out of the restaurant. My hands are balled into fists and I am shaking so hard my teeth are clenched.

"That must have gone well," Tommy says nervously. "What did she say?"

"Oh, nothing much," I say cheerfully. "Just that she would slit my throat by the end of the month if I'm not useful."

Tommy's eyes widen, and then I realize it. The familiarity. Why his face―and Anise's face―are so similar. And his sister . . . the sister he keeps mentioning. Could it be . . .

I decide to try it out.

"You always just heel and obey commands from the Alpha like that?" I say. "You're not real dogs, you know. You don't have to act like a mutt."

It's harsh, I know. Especially for a kid. But I don't give a damn―not after I was just threatened. And not while I'm kept here against my will.

"Well, n-no, I―"

"Tell me, when she talks to you like that . . . who do you see? Your sister or the Alpha?"

"It's just because she's always had to take care of us," he blurts out.

I pause. "So both."

Wow―Anise is a controlling bitch even to his little brother. For a second, I can't help feeling sorry for him. He's a good kid.

But then the anger churns inside of me again, surging up with a desperate desire, a feverish ache. I need to lash out at something, anything.

"Tommy," I say, rounding on him. "Do you have a . . . a martial arts room? A practice room for fighting?"

His mouth opens. "Um, I don't think―"

My eyes narrow. "You either take me there, or you take me to a bar, and I start a fight with the first person I see."

I don't think Tommy believed me.

The instant we sailed down to the thirtieth floor and the elevator doors opened to reveal a club of some kind, he smirked. As though he was ready to call my bluff.

No, he didn't believe me. At least, until I tapped the shoulder of the first and largest man I could find.

From behind, Tommy watched, his jaw unhinged. Even then, I don't think he could believe what he was seeing.

Until I said, "Hey, can you take a punch?"

The man's brows pulled together in confusion.

I punched him.

Finally, Tommy believed me.

Now, as the man reels back from my punch, his face contorts in blind rage. Even if I'm a girl, I have no doubt he'll try and fight me. But, shame on him, he does it by shoving me back.