“Now, Megan,” Mason uses his alpha authority on me. Not that it is working, but I will humour him – for now. We have just seen Mom – and the rest of my family as a surprise. Once they heard that Larry is behind bars, they all came here to celebrate. “This is not open for discussion. Your shoulder is getting worse, not better.”
“Mason, it’s not that bad,” I argue as I close his office door so that my family cannot hear us. “It will heal in time.”
“I’m not having this, Megan,” Mason puts his hands on his hips. “Either you go willingly with me to the clinic or I’m calling the Js to drag you there. They would love something to do.”
“Fine,” I give in. I am in no condition to fight my crazy cousins. “But I want to state that this is happening against my will.”
“Duly noted,” Mason nods as he
