Courtney grits her teeth hard, the frustration and rage clear in her eyes at the way she continuously heaves and clenches her fist.
She backs away, watching Astrid with caution in her eyes.
Astrid is not the same woman who left this pack six years ago, the timidity and fear that kept her in place as an omega even when she wasn’t really one is gone, non-existent.
“Fine, if you’ll keep your word, I’ll get him to let you and your ba–,” she halts, seeing the rage in Astrid’s eyes, “your kids, I’ll get him to let you and your kids go.”
“Good, now get out of my house,” Astrid dismisses her and walks back to the vase she was placing flowers in before her phone beeped.
She watches as Courtney leaves and she hopes that Zane values his relationship with Courtney more than he wants to be with h
