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“Watch her!” they all scream back at him.

ChapterTen

Two Days Later

For three hours, I’ve waited, sitting in the council for my petition meeting. My ass is going numb, and this skirt is so tight it’s digging into my hips. The air conditioning in here sucks too, making me feel queasy, and when I see Alpha Nixon walk out of the chambers with a smug smile on his face, my mood sours even more. I stand up, placing my folder on my seat, and move toward him. My appointment was three hours ago. My father comes out and rushes past, heading for the doors before I can even say anything to him—not even a glance in my direction, yet Nixon is all too happy to approach me. He strolls over in his tailored suit, briefcase, and black leather shoes. He stops in front of me, giving me the once-over.

“How lovely to see you, Everly. What brings you here?” he asks with a sly smile. My eyes narrow at him as people push out the doors behind us, leaving the council chambers and heading out past security. They cast us nervous glances, which sets me a little on edge.

“You know exactly why I am here,” I growl at him.

“Oh, nobody told you?” he asks, smiling wickedly. He glances at the receptionist. My brows furrow, confused at his words. No one told me or notified me to say it wasn't going ahead, so I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Your meeting was postponed. We postponed it on compassionate grounds after hearing about your tragedy at the hotel. What a shame!” Alpha Nixon says in a mocking tone.

“Compassionate grounds. It was not necessary. I never asked for it to be postponed and nobody notified me that it had been.” I look at the foyer desk, and the woman behind it ducks her head when I turn my glare on her. That woman stared at me for three hours and did not say a goddamn word! Just kept saying ‘be patient ma'am, someone will be right with you’!

“Not to matter; these things can’t be helped. I was coming to see you today, anyway. I wanted to make you an offer,” Nixon says, forcing my attention back to him. I purse my lips and fold my arms across my chest, scoffing at his words. This man has done enough, and I won’t accept any offer he could ever make.

“How much for what is left of that dump?” he asks.

“It isn't for sale, and if it was, you would never be able to afford it,” I tell him.

“Now, don't be rash, Everly. That place is rubble and soot, holds no value.”

“Then what do you want with it if it holds no value? I know exactly what that land is worth and what it will be worth once I rebuild. Though I should say thank you for burning it to the ground!”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he says, fiddling with his cufflinks.

“Sure you don't, but thank you anyway,” I smile.

“And why is that?” Nixon chuckles arrogantly, and I lean closer to whisper to him.

“Because I just realized how much larger my pack is. You know numbers; that's all you Alphas care about—the number of members you have, warriors. Well, I outnumber every pack here, so Alpha, I suggest you fall in line before I make you my omega bitch,” I tell him.

“You are asking for war, Everly. How will your father feel going to war against his own daughter?”

“That is where you are wrong, Alpha Nixon. In two days' time, I will own his pack. It would be wise to check your alliances because I will own you too,” I sneer at him and Nixon laughs.

“I am the mayor of this city, or have you forgotten? I am not going anywhere, Everly. I run this city—you are merely a rogue whore that trapped an Alpha. Don’t you read the headlines?” he chuckles.

“Savor your time as mayor, Nixon, because you won’t be the city mayor for much longer,” I tell him, leaning down and grabbing my handbag and folder.

“And why do you think that?” he asks. I shrug.

“Reputation is everything in this city, Nixon. I can’t fall from grace because I apparently already did. As you said, Iamjust a rogue-whore who trapped an Alpha. But don’t forget, everyone has skeletons in the closet, and I hear yours is full to the brim with dirty secrets and clingy cobwebs. Be sure to watch the 7 o'clock news tonight; I hear you’re starring in those headlines,” I laugh before turning on my heel and walking toward the doors. Alpha Nixon grabs my arm and yanks me back, earning some shocked gasps from a few stragglers still leaving.

“What have you done?” he snarls.

“I do not know what you're talking about,” I tell him, sending him a wink. I shake his hand off before walking to the doors.

“Sign the petition, Nixon; I’m only just getting started. By the time I am done, your reputation will be lower than any rogue-whore!” I call to him, shoving through the turnstile and out the doors into the blistering hot sun. My father is waiting by his car and starts to walk over to me, but halts his steps when Nixon comes out a few steps behind me.

Ignoring both of them, I climb in my car and send a text to Macey and Zoe to meet me at Zoe's apartment before putting it in reverse. Only, when I glance over my shoulder, I see Nixon's brand-new Jaguar in the spot across the aisle behind me. I slam my foot on the gas, hitting it so hard it pushes his precious metal baby into the brick barricade in front of it. His horrified face makes me chuckle as I wind the window down and look out my window at his crushed back end.

“Whoops! I'm sure it will buff right out,” I tell him before taking off, cackling like a madwoman. I notice him race toward his car and clutch his hair as he looks at the damage. I rub my dash. “Good, Beasty, good girl,” I tell my car.

The drive back to the hotel leaves me sweating, and I’m pretty sure I need to get the air-conditioner refilled. By the time I reach the place, I’m drenched in sweat. In two days, with all of Valen's pack and every rogue in the city helping, we stripped the place down to the bare brick and scrubbed it down. The entire site is gutted, and contractors are walking around wearing hard hats and taking things inside to the kitchen and restaurant structure. Giant jacks are holding up some of the floors above while new support beams are put in place.

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