Chapter Seven
Lance POV
My blood boils, and I am filled with rage.
"Who does this Rachel think she is?!" I yell to Thom, our beta.
"I am the alpha. Me. Lance. I say no to people. They do not say no to me."
"I know," Thom agrees.
"I should have killed her just for leaving. I should have killed her the moment her response to my proposal was to profess her love for another."
"You couldn't have known--
"And now, she's run off with that rogue," I continue. "And that-- that's worthy of a fate worse than death."
I growl under my breath.
Parker.
Of course.
"How could I have been so blind?!" I yell, angerly swiping a glass off a nearby table.
"I should have seen this coming. It was Parker that helped her escape my grasp. It was Parker, that told her to run."
"Lance," he says. "It's okay. You are the alpha. You have your choice of mates. Rachel--she never deserved you anyway."