Office fight

It was a relief to Abigail. For one, she had thought she had been set up. And she really needed a new card after Daven rudely broke hers. She was actually on her last cent and she knew how excruciatingly difficult it was to get a card at the bank.

Well, unless your blood screamed pure wolf.

She could afford to frown now.

“You made me beg for nothing.”

It was infuriating being around someone who enjoyed making fun of others. But for now, Abigail kept her cool. She needed him to help her sort her card issues. After then, she would tell him to stay the hell away from her. She wasn't a hybrid that needed some pure wolf’s shadow to navigate her way around. 

She had been doing just fine before every one of them.

Daven chuckled and led the way. “I didn't know you had a tear in you,” he said as he turned towards the bank. He owed Abigail a new card. But that was now really the reason he had decided to help her. 

Truth was, he couldn't stop thinking about her and desiring to hold her. And his desires multiplied after learning that she was Liam's. For Daven, Abigail was the first hybrid he had seen who dared show her fierce side. She was an enigma. And his heart was already occupying a large part of her.

He wouldn't be at peace until he had seen her naked, vulnerable, screaming his name.

The door of the bank opened as he stepped closer. He stood by the door, stretching his hand towards Abigail.

Abigail had no choice than to take it. In the classist werewolf city, hybrids didn't use the front door. One frown from the guard by the door would be enough to remind you of your place. But with her hand clasped in Daven's, her blood was suddenly pure. She glared at the guard and stepped into the bank hall.

Daven swaggered in. He was an Alpha's son besides being a pure wolf. That was something huge. And something that got him attended to without waiting for a queue.

“I need a new card,” he declared, leaning against the slab.

The service provider nodded quickly. “Right away, sir,” she said.

Daven scoffed. He had missed werewolf city because of this. Back abroad, no one read blood. Maybe influence and net worth. 

“Not for me,” he continued. 

He pointed towards Abigail who was seated and looking around, admiring the bank hall. She had never been to this section of the bank.

“For her,” he said.

She hid her disgust. Of course, she could tell who she was. A nobody.

But she didn't dare say it to Daven.

She clacked on her keyboard. “Her name please?”

“Abigail.”

She nodded. “A minute, please.

Daven, eager to show Abigail what it felt like to be unbound by rules, walked up to a Drink cooler standing in a corner and grabbed two bottles. From the way she stared around, he could tell that Liam hadn't been a good boyfriend. He wasn't surprised though. 

He sat beside her and offered her a drink. Abigail stared at it, unsure if she wanted to accept any more favors from the person she was going to tell off soon. 

But she was hungry and her throat was parched from earlier when she had thought Daven had dragged her to her doom. Besides, the can looked so chill and it had been long she enjoyed a good beverage.

“Here,” he said, stretching the drink closer 

“Thanks.”

She accepted the drink, sure it would be the last thing she received from him. The drink was cool against her throat and she wasn't done when the banker said, “Card ready.”

“That fast?” She blurted.

Daven chuckled with pride. “Perks of being a pure wolf.”

She lost appetite for the drink immediately and set it down. Daven walked over to the counter and collected the card. 

Abigail was already up and ready to be out of his hair. When they got to the car, Daven handed over the card. But Abigail kept her anger inside. Now was not the time to tell the fortunate Daven that he could screw his fortunate up his ass. 

“Thank you,” she said, securing the card in her purse. If it wasn't for him, she would still have until next year before her card expired. Thanks to him though, she had a card for the next four years. 

He started the car. “I have somewhere else to take you to,” he announced.

Daven had no plans of returning her back to the office. It was his company after all and he could excuse her if he wanted. Besides, after the fight with Ethan, he wanted to let him know he was in control and not afraid of him.

“I have to get back to work,” Abigail stated firmly.

“Work,” he chuckled, taking a different route. “You're done today. I say so.”

Abigail sat up, frowning deeply enough to show her seriousness. “You're not my boss and you can't tell me when to close.”

Daven remained calm despite the storm in her blood. “I can. First, I'm your boss. Second, you're just a hybrid. You don't have a say.”

That was the last fucking whip that broke the horse's back. Abigail was sick of them, all telling her about a status she didn't want. She was damned mad at the whole world for making her a hybrid and putting her in the midst of classists.

“Stop the fucking car!” She screamed from pent up anger she had held since she was thirteen and since she was told she didn't have a right.

Daven, shocked by her new boldness, stopped the car. 

“Let me out,” she demanded. “I wouldn't be needing a card if you hadn't bumped into my solo date in the first place —uninvited, and broke my car. So, Daven, I'm done with you and your boring speech about how you feel you're more important than me because your father fucked a pure wolf and got her pregnant!”

Her chest was swelling. 

Daven sat there, mortified. Never had he been talked to that way. 

He grabbed the steering until his knuckles bleached white. 

“Did you just insult me?” He demanded.