Page 5 of Damaged Princess

Do they already suspect something? I know Luke is close to the owners. It was in the packet Byron Frasier made me memorize before coming to this awful fucking place.

I slide my arms into my bra and clip the front closure before bending down and pulling on my thong.

My anxiety is high. I don't even know which route to take. Pack Frasier has been clear that they want this location. I can either get in good with the owners and try to seduce them into helping me through my heat, or I can make enough trouble Connor Hastings decides to flat-out sell.

The upside to being bonded is undeniable.

My father would lose the ability to force me to do his bidding if I had a pack to protect me. The thought of being forced to pick life partners based on my father's command turns my stomach.

On the flip side, anyone is better than who he'd choose for me. I'll never let myself be Dimitri's toy, which is exactly what will happen if I fail.

My nerves are shot. I'm so torn, I don't know what to do. The trapped feeling gets worse the longer I think about it.

I grab the black baby doll dress and pull it on. My arm stretches back, but no matter how hard I try I can't zip it.

My head falls back. I stare at the ceiling, blowing out a heavy breath.

I'll have to ask the asshole for help. I head to the door, tossing it open, and frown at the giant.

I'm not short by any means. I'm five-foot-eight without shoes on. This guy's got at least seven or eight inches in height on me. His strong shoulders flex under his long-sleeve t-shirt as he shoots me an unimpressed frown.

I twirl around, letting the bottom of my puffy dress flare out. From the cool breeze on the top of my ass, I'm betting my thong is showing. I glance over my shoulder at him.

"Would you mind?" I ask, fluttering my lashes. "I can't seem to reach the zipper."

"You're pure fucking trouble," the grouchy alpha grumbles. His callused hand slides over my neck as he pulls my hair to the side. His thumb brushes over the scar on my back as his other hand slides my zipper up. "What happened here?"

Of course he has to ask. Everyone who sees it does. It's still red and angry even though it's over three years old.

"Thank you," I say, turning around to head back inside. My stomach aches uncomfortably. That scar is a reminder of why I'm here.

I won't be forced back to Dimitri. He's gotten meaner and more volatile over the years. Much like my mother didn't survive my father, my expectations are low that I'd survive Dimitri.

I know good and well that I'm the only person who'll look out for my best interests. So I'll do what I have to in order to be free of Pack Frasier and my own fucking father.

I catch my wince in the mirror as I shake myself out of the memory.

Wolfe laughs at something, and I roll my eyes. Maybe I am just a terrible person. Evie's been nothing but nice to me, andI'm still in here angry and jealous that he's in there smiling and laughingwith her.

Life is hard. Being an omega is even more complicated.

Or maybe I'm a rotten human being.

Chapter Two

Wolfe

"Hey, Evie, how have you been?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe to her office.

"I'm good," she assures me. "How about you?"

"Good. Is Anastasia almost ready to go?" I ask, scratching at my jaw. I spotted her before she bolted into the bathroom. "Did she purposely run from me?"

I laugh.

Evie glances away.

What the fuck is that about?

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