ARIA.
I stared for a while and waited to see what he planned to do. If he planned to embarrass me any further, I am going to drag him down the street with me and turn in my resignation later.
He stepped out of the car and stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets. He scratched the back of his head and sighed.
"Get in the car."
I took a step back, still hugging myself. "I don't want to. What are you trying to–"
He picked me off the floor in a sudden movement.
"You talk too much. I hate it."
My heart slammed against my rib cage.
"Put me down!"
He ignored me and carried me to the other side of the car, opened the door and gently placed me in the passenger's seat.
I felt the heat building up on my face when he closed the door. Some people took pictures while some laughed and pointed with joy.
I saw through them. They were all sick people, people of this pack. And then think my father is the fucking Beta and people still treat me this way.
