POV: Keith
“Get your filthy hands off me, b***h!” I yelled as I pushed her away roughly, glaring at her angrily. Ameera turned around and walked back towards the plane, ordering the pilot to take her back to the pack house. I ran after her and pulled her back forcefully, dragging her back to the car. When she kept struggling to turn back, I picked her up and placed her on my shoulder, holding her firmly in place. I don’t even know why she’s getting angry when we aren’t even dating. Amelia laughed at our drama, and she walked away from us, sitting next to the driver on the passenger side of the car. I forced Ameera to sit next to me, holding her close before she tried to open the other side door to escape again.
“You’re not going back, Meera, Just behave yourself and do as I say!” I scold
