Page 49 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

I wanted to refuse, but looking at the group of pack warriors he’d sent to escort me, I doubted Dylan would take no for an answer.

I had to see him to clear the air about our dance last night. That was it.

I let them escort me into a massive receiving room in the pack house that reminded me of the room Father received his pack complaints in.

The warriors retreated to the side of the room while I walked toward the chair that was turned away from me.

I stopped a safe distance away and bowed slightly.

“Good day, alpha, I?—”

The chair swiveled, and there was no sign of Dylan. It was Micah who sat there with her legs crossed, a sadistic smile playing across her lips.

“The alpha is…preoccupied,” she said dismissively as she stood up. “In his absence, I will see you.”

I had a strong feeling that Dylan hadn’t summoned me at all.

As Micah walked toward me courteously, she rammed me with a barrage of dominant energy that she’d gained from her coronation as luna of the Nightshade Pack, pushing me down.

I stumbled, but I didn’t fall.

“Is this how you show respect to your luna?” Micah chided, clicking her tongue even as she increased her onslaught of unbridled power. “But then again, what else was I expectingfrom a whore who, despite being mated, can’t stop throwing herself at my mate?”

Oh, the irony.

She was the one who’d seduced my fiancé the night before my bonding ceremony, butIwas the one being branded a whore.

But I didn’t plan to argue with Micah. I refused to play her games.

I inclined my head slightly.

“If that is all, luna, I’ll take my leave.”

I turned to go.

“I forbid you from leaving,” Micah snarled, and the warriors who’d escorted me moved in front of the door, blocking my way out.

I turned to face Micah, who still had that entitled look on her face.

“Kneel and beg me to forgive your transgressions,” she continued, dominance dripping from her words.

Against my will, one of my knees hit the ground. My wolf struggled against my instinctive need to submit to the luna of my pack.

Micah smirked down at me.

“Grovel well enough, Eleanor, and I just might be merciful.”

Merciful. Forgiving.

That’s what I’d been after I discovered her with my fiancé. I’d given Micah multiple chances to redeem herself and save ourfriendship, but all she’d done was show me she’d never been my real friend.

I was done being merciful. I was done being forgiving. But most of all, I did not accept Micah as my luna.

Something snapped within me, and the dominance that had been keeping me pinned completely dissipated.

I rose to my feet and met Micah’s shocked gaze easily.

“Go. To. Hell,” I said, carefully enunciating each word.

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