Chapter 7

  Riley

  When I come home, discomfort immediately swirls in the most bottomless pit of my belly. The air smells like cigarettes, which can only mean one thing; my mother is dating Henrik again.

  Henrik is from our pack, but he was a beta in the past. The pride still runs in his veins, and it doesn't matter that I'm the daughter of the woman he is dating. He still treats me like shit.

  "Ah, so the omega is home." Henrik is standing in the living room doorframe as I remove my shoes. I can feel his eyes like a physical weight on my shoulder. "Did the weakling have a great time learning things at school?"

  Three seconds and I already want to choke Henrik to death, but I wouldn't be able to take him. I'm not a fighter, but Henrik is quite formidable, even in his older days.

  He is bald and fat, and there are patches of sweat on his grey t-shirt while the shirt itself doesn't quite roll down his entire belly. All Henrik does during his free time is drink beer, and it shows.