Thalia“No one gives a damn about your dumb-ass excuse, Thalia. Just get it done by tomorrow.”Dylan’s voice cuts through the bar. A beta from the pack, barking orders like he owns the place, as he owns me.But fair enough, he’s about to own me, and that’s why he seems so confident. I want to tell him not to talk loudly here. It’s my job, and I can’t lose it. But instead, I keep my head down, hands submerged in soapy water, washing cups I wish I could smash on his head.“I will,” I say. That's all I say, it’s safer that way. But still, he doesn’t leave. I can feel his eyes on me. It’s sticky, almost crawling on my skin.“Isn’t it just my luck that I’ve gotta marry you?”I sigh, still not looking up, but I want to scream that I don’t want this either. Who would want to just be told by the authorities of the pack that they were getting married in a month to the most useless man in the pack? I know that it’s my fate to suffer, but couldn’t they just leave me be and let me suffer in pe
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