Page 147 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“She’d have to go through it eventually.”

“Alone? Isolated? With no one to look out for her?”

“Izzy’s tough and independent. It’s what I like most about her.”

His words resound. Hearing him say that a few months ago would’ve made my heart beat, but now I see it for the play that it is.

“No, I don’t think that’s it,” I interrupt. “When you say tough, you mean that you can push me around and I’ll make it work. When you say independent, you mean you can do the bare minimum and I won’t complain.”

“Who cares? You’re all going to get sanctioned for bonding. They’ll take you away from them. Fucking hell, you look like you attacked each other.”

“It’s sad you’ve never had that kind of draw to someone,” I say with a sniff. “I’m not mad at you anymore, Brad. I pity you. You’re mediocre in every way compared to my pack.”

“Your pack,” he repeats, the intonation a curse.

“My pack, Brad. I wish you luck in the world.”

Brad roars and swings at Trick. My alpha dodges out of the way, and Brad whirls from his own momentum.

“Brad!” a Livette shrieks from the other side of the room. She leaps out from the concealed shower area.

“Damn it, Cameron,” Adelard grunts.

The Livette—Cara? Connie?—runs over to Brad in panties and a tank top and nothing else.

“Are you okay, honey? What did they do?”

“This is embarrassing,” Vin mutters.

But the Livette reels on us. She sights me down and literally hisses.

“Oh, it’s this bitch. Back to ruin his life?”

“Me ruin his life?”

“You and your omega pheromones were trying to trap him into a bond. You tried to force him but it didn’t work, now did it?”

“Sure, babe, whatever you need to tell yourself.”

“You just don’t listen, do you? Not when we fucked up your car, not when we spiked your drink. When are you going to accept the fact that Brad isn’t yours?”

The whole of the Wyatt Pack turns to her.

“Repeat that,” Mason says through gritted teeth.

“You heard me just fine, little league. That bitch didn’t belong at a fundraiser for proper people. All she did was distract Brad from taking care of the kids and securing enough money. So, I made sure she got sick enough to leave.”

In other words, she put something in my drink while I was having it out with Jolie.

“And my car?” I ask.

“Oh that was fun. Livvy’s idea, not mine, but so many girls hate you so it took no time at all to scribble all over your shitmobile. The world should know exactly what you are.”

“Did you get it?” I murmur to Vin.

He lowers his phone and uploads the video to the cloud. “Yep.”

“Coach,” Trick calls out. “Is there a policy about women in the locker room?”

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