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Me:

I kind of sort of stabbed someone, Dad.

Dad:

Did they deserve it? Do you need me to send Domhnall to you?

God,I don’t know what I did to get him as my father.

Me:

Yes and not yet. I ran into Pack Dayton. I’ll update you in a few minutes.

Shovingmy phone back into my bag, I unlock the door and slip out. I may be dramatic, but it looks perfectly normal in the hallway. There aren’t any cops, and the man who owns this eatery isn’t waiting for me either.

Walking around the corner, I see business as usual happening, and check to see if my number has been called. The owner catches my eye, moving quickly in my direction.

“Are you alright?” he asks gruffly.

“I am now,” I tell him with a nod. “I went on a date with them and it didn’t go the way they planned. I may have lost my head when they said they should have sold me.”

Growling, he turns to his staff and announces that the pack is no longer welcome here.

“I hope you stabbed deep, girlie,” he mutters. “Your order is up next. Please, stay out of trouble.”

Grinning, I nod as he hands me my order and orange juice.

“I plan to, Sir,” I tell him. “Thank you so much.”

Finding a corner of the restaurant, I sit to eat. I was going to take it with me, but my hands are shaking from all the excitement. The tart is perfect, and I hum happily as I eat. Checking my phone, I remember that I need to update my dad, but there’s a slew of other messages coming in.

Domh:

Do you need me, Sugar? I heard you might.

My pussy choosesthis very inopportune moment to clench down on nothing, slicking. Extra strength panties win today, though I shudder as I remember the way his soft, firm lips felt on mine.

Me:

The owner threw him out. My knife may have slipped and slid just past an alpha’s dick.

Domh:

Damn, Sugar, we need to do something about your aim.

Snickering,I shake my head as I chew my next bite. There’s nothing wrong with my aim.

Dad:

Ais, I need some words please.

Me:

The owner threw the pack out, and told me to enjoy my breakfast. They’re banned from returning. No cops called, no crazy drama.

Dad:

What’s the name of the place you’re at?

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