Twelve

“Alpha Keegan, please.” I apologized, feeling my heart racing. “Where are you taking me to? Please, I’m sorry for everything I might’ve done.”

Alpha Keegan didn’t say a word as he pulled me up the stairs and to his room. He shut the door and slammed me against the wall.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you think it’s funny to go around being flirty with Vladimir? Don’t you remember your place?”

“I'm sorry Alpha.” I apologized, sensing tears trickle at the corner of my eyes as my breath quickened.

“Who are you?”

That was random, but I answered, “Jane Williams.”

“I asked who the fuck are you?!” He yelled this time.

“An– an omega.”

“Dark Stone pack omega, my omega.” The amber color in his eyes darkened as his brows knitted.

“Yes, Alpha.” I bowed, allowing the tears to roll down my face.

“That’s good. You have no right to go around acting jovial with Vladimir. You even let him train you and touch you. Do you think you belong to this pack now? You’re nothing but a useless omega for Dark