A Female Alpha’s Revenge
The warm coffee from the cup streamed down Tamara's forehead, mixing with blood, trailing down her neck and collar, dripping onto the carpet.
Barbara sighed heavily. "Tamara, please, just go kneel outside. Don't make Rosemary angrier."
Her intent was good—to get Tamara out of that pressurized room before she was hit again.
Tamara said nothing, stood up steadily, and slowly walked out.
Her head felt foggy where she'd been hit, but she knelt before the Pack Crest pillar in the front yard anyway.
The night wind was cold, and the stone steps in front of the main house were even colder, but she didn't care about that.
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