Page 42 of Dream Girl
Oh.Asshole alert. Ding ding ding.
“I don’t care about power or money.” I frowned, anger bubbling up inside me. “How dare you even think that?”
“So, it’s Wes? You thought you’d take Wes from his family–and omega?” he growled.
“I didn’t come to mess anything up. Please leave.” I made my voice tart.
“Then why did you come? You’renotgetting any money from them. Is that clear?” he sneered. “Little whores get nothing from this pack. They don’t negotiate with exes.”
“Loving someone doesn’t make me a whore.” My voice rose as I inched closer to the side of the bed, looking for something I could use to defend myself. Maybe I could hit him with the lamp.
“You need to leave. Now. Or you’re not going to like what happens.” He took a threatening step toward me.
A toilet flushed, and the bathroom door opened. Mrs. Beekman. For a moment I’d forgotten about her.
“Did you just threaten her, young man?” Mrs. Beekman demanded, looking fierce.
The man looked flustered. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Grace’s advocate from the Omega Center.” She flashed the badge around her neck.
“Look, the pack doesn’t want her, so–”
“The pack doesn’t want her? Really, Eli? Because Wes and I want her here.” Evan strode in, angry. The air had turned spicy.
“Evan. I thought you were at work. I was just trying to find out the truth so we don’t have a situation,” Eli backpedaled, scooting back toward the door.
“This is bullshit. Get the fuck out of here,” Evan demanded. “Grace, Peaches, are you okay?” He cuddled me to him as I sobbed. “Mrs. Beekman, I swear, Wes and I had no part in this.”
I pressed my face into Evan’s shirt. “Someone tried to threaten me. How dare he. I… I’m allowed to love Wes.” My chest shuddered. “Right?”
“You absolutely can love Wes.” He planted a kiss on my head.
“Who was he?” Mrs. Beekman asked. “This doesn’t bode well for your pack or your alpha.”
“Eli works for one of the pack lawyers.” Evan sighed. “All I can think of is that our head alpha is afraid this is going to end up like when his ex reappeared. Which it’s not. This is very different. He’s trying to protect–”
“So, you’re defending him?” she countered.
“Not at all, just trying to explain. I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding,” Evan soothed. “Even if it’s not, I don’t condone this. Understood, Peaches? This isn’t me or Wes.We want you here.”
My head went mushy. “I don’t even understand what’s going on. I should but…”
One of my monitors screamed, and everything went black.
Chapter Fifteen
Wes
Itexted Evan as I sat in the hospital waiting room on the second floor.
Me
They won’t let me in. Are you still with her?
She’d had another seizure, beenthreatened,and theystillwouldn’t let me see her.
Evan
