Darius’s pov :
That little omega b***h, Naomi, seven days past the deadline, and Elias was still breathing, still lording over the pack like the entitled prick he was. I'd given her everything: the poison, the threats, the leverage with her pathetic father.
And what did she do? Spit in my face. Refused me. Chose that alpha over her own blood. My fists clenched, nails digging into palms until blood welled. How dare she? After I'd spared her worthless life in that alley, dragged her father out of the fire he'd started himself.
Ungrateful cunt. I'd make her pay, slowly, painfully, but first, I needed to regroup. Harlan was waiting, that sniveling traitor, and we'd sort this mess.
I slammed my phone down on a splintered crate, the screen cracked from earlier when I'd hurled it af
