Blakely’s POV
I cross my arms and tilt my head back to look up at him Alpha Jake.
He grips my shoulders and pushes me against the SUV before placing his giant hands on either side of my shoulders and leaning down to get closer.
He tilts his head down to mine. I force myself to stare back at him, even though I am feeling pretty damn tiny, trapped in-between his huge muscular arms.
“What would your father have done if his pack members blatantly disrespected him?”
I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off.
“You spend all of yesterday trying to run away or screw some guy and I tried to be patient about it because you had a bit of a shock…”
“A bit of…!”
“Don’t interrupt me!” He growls and his eyes darken.
I try to melt into the side of the SUV. I bite my lip and drum my fingers
