The guards finally stepped back, releasing me, and I crumpled awkwardly onto the floor. Craig’s gaze remained cold and unyielding as he looked down at me. “You owe Sonya an apology.”
Owe her an apology? Sonya was the one who insulted my son, accusing my baby of lying! Dustin would never deceive anyone! Yet this worthless Alpha always sided with her, no matter the truth.
I glared up at him, my voice thick with bitter resentment. “In your wildest dreams.”
“I hate you, Alpha!” I yelled, the words ripping from my throat.
As I fixed my eyes on Alpha Craig, there wasn’t a single flicker of affection left—only a raging, burning hatred simmering beneath the surface. His brow drew together tightly, clearly unsettled by the fierce intensity of my stare.
“Kristen,” he said, trying to sound calm and reasonable, “just do as I say, and you’ll get whatever you want. We can hold the celebration for your son’s birthday—just like you wished.”