“Now, where’s that f*cking asshole?” Marga had been spitting out a year’s worth of curses as soon as she arrived at the restaurant. Her eyes seethed with anger as she gritted her teeth. I was worried that she might suddenly lose control, so I kept trying to calm her down.
I tightly pursed my lips and didn’t bother answering her question. I didn’t know the answer anyway. Noah just walked out on me, and I had no idea where he went.
“I swear if I see him, I’m going to tear him into pieces,” she continued ranting before taking the glass of iced water and drinking it.
I doubt it.
Marga wouldn’t be able to do that if I was going to be realistic. As omegas in our own pack, we should know our own strengths and capabilities. Beating the delta of Black Blood would probably be the worst decision
