I sit on the edge of my bed, correction, Zane's bed that I'm forced to share, and press my palms against my eyes until stars burst behind my eyelids. My hands are still trembling from the confrontation in his office, from standing up to him in front of my father. The door is locked, but I'm not naive enough to think that will keep an alpha out, especially one who believes he owns me. All I want is five minutes to breathe, to process the fact that my father is actually alive, that my mother isn't, that somehow I commanded Zane not to hurt my father and he actually listened.
'You did so well!' Nyx practically bounces in my mind, her excitement a jarring contrast to my exhaustion. 'We protected pack-father! Alpha couldn't even speak!'
'What I did was dangerous,' I respond silently. 'He coul
