Octavia
An impatient knocking dragged me from sleep. I groaned and tried to ignore it, but the knocking persisted. Irritated, I threw off the blanket and stomped to the door, yanking it open.
“What?” I snapped.
Garrett raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my tone.
“My alpha wants to see you,” he said evenly.
“Well, I don’t want to see him,” I sneered, not caring about the consequences.
Garrett leaned closer, forcing me to step back. His hand tightened around the doorframe, the wood creaking under his grip. I swallowed, a flicker of unease running through me.
“I don’t care what you want,” he said darkly. “I answer to my alpha. He asked for you. So you can either get dressed and walk on your own or I can carry you there right now.”
He held my gaze.
“Your choice.”
I glared at him
