“I can write you a list of the council members if you like, never know, you might figure out which one is your father,” I retort, my voice steadier than I feel.
The collective intake of breath around us is audible. I’ve gone too far, and I know it. Sometimes the only power you have is the power to make things worse, and right now, that feels like enough.
Mason’s grip tightens further, and I brace myself for whatever comes next. His free hand curls into a fist and my eyes widen realizing he is about to punch me. “You f*****g—”
“Come on, man, not worth getting suspended over an Omega,” someone calls from the crowd that gathered around us.
But Mason isn’t listening. I can see the wolf in his eyes now, pushing against his human surface. His control is slipping.
I twist in his grip, ram my
