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If we had still been living in our pack, our father or one of our many uncles would be helping guide Harry through his transition. The whole pack always cooked together, so there was always food for the younger ones who needed it. But all of that came at a cost in our pack, a cost my mother paid, I paid, and Harry would have paid if I hadn't taken him away from there.
The only time I get to eat these days is here, whatever Layla gives me. The rest I take home to Harry. He's just eleven. He should be enjoying his childhood and getting through his transition. I want him to have the life I never did.
After this upcoming college semester is over, I'll be able to work an additional job during the summer break. I might be able to save some money that way.
Finishing my meal, I head out and start closing up tabs. Usually, its Henry who locks up, but once or twice a week, he leaves that responsibility to me. Today turns out to be one of those days. Sighing. I tally up the cash and leave the receipts and the cash box in his desk drawer before heading back out to the main floor. Putting up the chairs, I've begun to mop, everyone else long gone, when I notice that the red light on the security camera is off.
My brows knit together as I study the camera. Turning my head to the one on the other side of the room, I realize that it is also not working.
Leaning on the mop, I stare at them, "They were working before just fine."
I consider calling Henry and letting him know, but as I look down at my phone's screen, the hair on the back of my neck stands, and I instantly know that I am no longer alone. I look over my shoulder, only to see Bond standing a few feet away from me.
"You?"
When he just sneers at me, I glance in the direction of the security cameras and then look back at him, "This was your doing, wasn't it?"
Bond just smirks, "Not everyone needs to see me teach you a lesson."
I set the mop against the table calmly, "So, let me get this straight? You turned off the security cameras and then came here to attack me so that there are no witnesses?"
He just scoffs, "You can try and act tough all you want, but once I break you, you will be begging for forgiveness. I'll have you licking the bottom of my shoe while I-"
I hold up a finger, bringing my phone close to my mouth, "Hey Henry."
Bond stiffens, and I continue, "Listen, I'm just dropping you a voice note. I left the cash where you told me to keep it, and I locked everything up and am on my way home. Just wanted to give you a heads-up. Some of the customers got a little rowdy here, and they broke some of the tables and chairs. The security cameras weren't working for some reason. I've pushed the broken pieces against the wall for you to deal with when you come in."
Bond looks confused at my calm statement.
Once the voice message is sent, I place the phone on one of the tables and roll up my sleeves, smiling at Bond, "You were saying?"
"What the hell was that?" He growls.
My lips curve even more deeply, "Well, you were right about one thing. There won't be any witnesses around."
I see the flash of uncertainty in Bond's eyes, but there is still a layer of confidence. He thinks he can assault me, and I won't be able to do anything about it. I've seen so many men like him. My father was like Bond, confident in his strength, a bully at his core. he would corner my mother and beat her within an inch of her life, use her, and toss her shivering and crying to the side like she wasn't his mate, the mother of his children.
She never taught me to fight back when someone came at me.
She taught me to curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.
I taught myself how to fight and protect myself.
My whole life, especially after I escaped the hell I was born and raised in, I swore to myself that I would never be a victim.
I watch Bond approach me, and I don't move. I won't touch him till he makes his first mistake, which would be touching me.
I can see the sweat form on Bond's forehead at my eerie calm. However, his ego has been hurt once. He won't tolerate it a second time. His hand comes to rest on my chest, his fingers curling to tear my blouse. That's the moment I grip his wrist and twist.
I'm not an i***t.
Wolf shifters, like the rest of the supernatural beings that live alongside humans, are not allowed to reveal themselves to the human world. So, I don't flash my teeth at the man or rip him to shreds with my claws, no matter how much the wolf is salivating inside. No. I lift him up and throw him straight into the chairs and tables along the wall.
He lets out a shout of pain before crumpling to the ground, unconscious.
I blink.
That's it?
That's all it took for him to pass out?
I made my way towards him to make sure he didn't die. Leaning down, I check his pulse. It's there.
I can't leave him here.
'Unless," a wicked smile makes my lips curve, and I strip the would-be rapist of everything and drag his limp body to the door. Since it's four in the morning now, nobody's around. I toss him on his bare ass and lock the doors. Pushing the debris to a corner of the room, I pick up a shattered chair leg, only to freeze. A strange heat builds up inside me, and I nearly fall to my knees.
Hand on my chest, I struggle to breathe. The heat was building up inside me in waves.
'What is happening?' I think frantically, trying to get rid of the haze around my head. My abdomen is throbbing.
My other hand is still on the chair, and I push it away out of instinct.
The ball of heat inside of me relaxes, and I sink to the ground, my body shaking with stabs of arousal.
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