The Sovereign Biker’s Forbidden Mate

Chapter Four - The Offer

Etta’s POV

True to his word, Amelia arrived the very next afternoon.

I stood in the lobby, watching two attendants struggle under the mountain of her luggage.

Behind them, a single suitcase sat on the floor… that was mine apparently.

A staff member led us down a hallway to our new room and when he unlocked the door, my jaw nearly dropped. The room was twice the size of the guest room where I used to stay in, and there was even a balcony overlooking a garden.

"Lord Will personally called the principal to secure this suite for you both," the staff member explained, looking back and forth between us with an awkward expression.

Amelia gasped, clutching her hands to her chest and sighing dramatically. "Oh, Will is just so sweet. I guess he simply couldn't bear the thought of his favorite girl sleeping in a cramped room.”

The staff member gave me a pitying look, clearly sensing the energy, but I kept my face completely blank. I refused to give either of them the satisfaction of a reaction.

With a polite nod, the staff member handed over the keys and left, closing the door behind him.

The second the latch clicked shut, Amelia’s sweet demeanor vanished.

"Well, don't just stand there like an i***t," she snapped, tossing her coat right to my face. "Unpack my bags and put my clothes in the wardrobe and take the small bed by the door. The king bed by the fireplace is mine."

I caught the coat, folded it calmly, and set it on a chair. "Unpack your own things, Amelia."

Amelia let out a laugh as she strutted over to the vanity. "Look at you, trying to act tough. Do you even know where you are, Etta?”

She smirked and leaned forward. “Will sent you here because he knew an omega like you would get crushed into dust."

I closed my eyes and continued pulling my few items out of my suitcase. I chose to ignore her.

Before I could react, Amelia lunged forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. "Don't you dare ignore me when I'm speaking to you." she snarled.

"Let go of me.” I gasped, twisting in her grip.

I tried to push her away, but I was still weak and sore from the car crash.

Amelia scoffed at my feeble attempt and shoved me hard. My foot slipped on the rug and I flew backward, slamming my elbow against the corner of a cabinet.

Pain exploded up my arm, and blood immediately flared up on my skin. I lunged forward and slapped her cheek hard.

Amelia staggered back, clutching her face in shock. I didn't wait to see what she would do next.

I turned around and stormed out of the room, my chest heaving as tears of anger stung my eyes.

"Get back here, you little freak.” Amelia screamed, sprinting down the hallway after me.

She caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder, shoving me against the wall. "You think you can lay a hand on me? I will make sure Will destroys whatever is left of your life.”

"Hey. Back off.”

A tall figure suddenly stepped between us. I looked up, stunned to see Grey standing there in his leather jacket.

His black eyes fixed on Amelia with a gaze so intimidating that she actually took a step back, her mouth snapping shut.

"You're making a scene," Grey said. "Get lost before I make you."

Amelia glared at both of us and turned away, her heels clicking angrily down the corridor. I let out a breath, sliding down the wall until my feet touched the floor.

“Thank you," I murmured, pressing a hand against my bruised elbow. "And... I'm sorry about earlier. At the accident."

Grey leaned against the wall, looking down at me with annoyance. "You really are pathetic, you know that?"

My jaw dropped. "What?"

"You let everyone step on you," he scoffed, shaking his head. "Your husband, your sister, your family. You just stand there and take it, then cry about how unfair life is.”

He scowled at me and I stiffened. “If you don't grow a spine and get bold, you're not going to survive this place."

"You don't know anything about my life." I snapped, pulling myself up to my feet. "So stop acting like you do.”

"Then stop relying on people and get some real power," Grey replied calmly. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I run a crew here. The bikers you saw last night? We don't take orders from anyone, and nobody messes with us.”

He turned to face me. “Join us and I'll teach you how to fight back."

I looked at him like he was insane. "Join a biker gang? I'm not a criminal."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, turning away. "Keep being a punching bag then."

I stomped off toward a deserted garden and once I was sure I was alone, I collapsed onto a bench and let everything out. I screamed into my hands, yelling until my throat burned.

No more, I thought, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I am going to survive no matter what it takes.

I walked back to the suite but when I pushed the door open, my stomach dropped.

My favorite dress, a lilac gown my grandmother had given me, was shredded into ribbons on the floor. Amelia stood over it, a pair of scissors glinting in her hand.

She grinned once she saw me. “There you are.”

"You crazy b***h!" I flew across the room, shoving Amelia hard and slapping her again. "What is wrong with you?”

All I saw was red and I raised my hand to hit her when Amelia suddenly shrieked, dropping to the floor.

The door burst open, and the principal and a woman rushed inside.

"What is the meaning of this?” Pembrook thundered. “I got a call from my office… that someone was being attacked?”

What? My hand was still suspended in the air when Amelia pushed herself to stand while weeping.

She pulled up her sleeves to reveal dark bruises on her arms… bruises I knew for a fact I hadn't caused.

“Etta attacked me," she sobbed, pointing a trembling finger at me. "She came in here and started beating me for no reason.”

I gasped, looking at my sister in horror. "That's a lie.”

"Enough, Etta!" Pembrook barked, looking at me with disappointment. "Violence of any kind is prohibited in this academy. Pack your things immediately…. you will be moved to a separate room until further notice."

I stood there, appalled, watching Amelia hide a smirk behind her hands.

She planned this. She must have been the one to lay the complaint beforehand.

I stormed out of the room, ignoring Pembrook’s yells. I spotted Grey hanging out near the parking lot, surrounded by his crew and leaning against his black motorcycle.

Without thinking, I rushed right up to him and he looked up, raising a brow.

"I changed my mind," I said without hesitation. "I want to join your gang."