MAEVE’S POV
I stormed down the wide hallway, bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood like I could punish the floor for Bane’s bullshit. My elder omega. My elder omega. The word kept looping in my head, louder than my heartbeat, angrier than the ache still throbbing between my legs from earlier. He thought he could just shower, dress like some untouchable king, and walk out with “That’s the order” hanging in the air like I was one of his soldiers?
No. f**k no.
I was going to his office. I was going to plant myself in front of that stupid desk until he came back, and then I was going to make him look me in the eye and explain why pack meetings ranked higher than a terrified woman who hadn’t seen daylight in weeks. If he wanted to play Alpha, fine. But he wasn’t playing it with me tod
