Bred For The Alpha Daddies
Immediately my gaze were set on them, I quickly snapped my head down, staring daggers into the heap of snow.
My father killed the engine, reached into the back seat, and grabbed my canvas duffel bag. He tossed it out onto the snow where it landed with a dull, heavy thud. He was never particularly gentle with my things.
"Listen to me," he gravely called out, hands still gripping the steering wheel. He finally looked at me with flinty, hard eyes. "Keep your head down. Do your chores. Don't speak unless spoken to. And don't embarrass me in front of these Alphas. They own you now."