“If you want to argue, you can go ahead, but that's not going to stop me at all.” I level a look at him, “you can't keep control over my life.”
“I don't want you to get hurt, Dess. You need to help me out on this, stop acting so damn stubborn!” He angrily tugged his hair.
“Safe?” I scoff at him, “stop making me seem weak. Before you came into my life, I was the Alpha of my pack. I protected my people. All those things were done without your help.”
“But I'm in your life now. I'm your Alpha. I tell you what has to happen.”
“Alpha?” I scoff at his words. “You are my Alpha, but that doesn't mean I'm bound to listen to you. You are —”
“Are we going to stay here arguing all day, or are you going to resolve things?” The old Alpha cut our disagreement short.
“I'm going, and that's final.”
