Page 10 of Her Bully Alpha

His face went dark, and we were just inches apart from each other. I could see just how gray his eyes were, and I had to admit they were beautiful. They reminded me of a stormy sky right before the rain broke free.

"Get your shit packed up. I already have a truck on the way."

I took a step back. "The wedding isn't until tomorrow, so I don't need to go to your house. I can stay in my own shack and enjoy my own space."

"This isn't up for debate, Sam. You and I are going to be married tomorrow, and that changes everything."

I nodded, knowing that. Everything would change tomorrow, but as for today, well, I was still me.

I nodded my head. "You're right. Tomorrow. But as of right now, this moment, I'm me. I'm not your wife. I'm not your property and won't be told what to do. So, you can go home. I will see you tomorrow at the courthouse for our wedding."

I grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I leaned on it and took a deep breath in, feeling my heartbeat quicken.

I looked over my place, hating how he insulted it. Sure, I didn't live in a fancy home, but this was mine. Everything was picked carefully and arranged accordingly.

I walked over, taking another swig of my drink before I glanced outside my window, taking in Jay and getting in a large truck. I rolled my eyes. "Of course, he'd drive that. He lives in cash. He probably fucking showers in it."

I downed my wine and turned to my stereo, flipping it on. I turned the volume up, letting the music fill my house. I was going to dance and drink my night away.

I was packing when I heard the knock on my door. I glanced over my shoulder, hearing the lock unlock as my brother stepped into my house. He was the only one with my key in case of an emergency.

I was on the floor packing up my photo albums when he stopped and glanced at me. He frowned, crossing his arms as he looked at me. "Why didn't you call me and tell me what happened?"

I frowned, wondering how he had found out. Had Jay called him and told him? Or had word traveled around already about our wedding tomorrow?

"Before I answer that, how did you find out?" I grabbed my glass of wine, which was pretty much gone.

He scowled as he slipped his shoes off and walked into the living room. He sat down on the couch and sighed. "I have ways."

I glared at him. "Jay told you?"

He shook his head. "No, I had a meeting with the Council. They told me."

My eyebrows went up. "Did you get paired as well?"

He shook his head. "No, but they were looking." He waved a hand at all my albums. "You're packing already? Doesn't that seem quick?"

I snorted. "I wouldn't really call this packing. I should be, but I've had almost an entire bottle of wine. At this point, I'm reminiscing over everything."

Henrik was quick for a moment before he leaned closer to me. "Jay may be a lot of things….but he isn't a monster, Sam."

Maybe not to him. They were both Alphas, meaning they were equals, but me. I was below Jay, and he knew it. He made that very clear. He was calling the shots and making everything happen, and I could do nothing to change that. I just had to go along with it. I had to do it in the past, and now I am going to be married to it.

"I'm fine," I tell him, giving him a smile.

He frowned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged. "It happened really quickly. I just got the letter yesterday. I went from enjoying my life to being married in just two days. Not a lot of time. Besides, I know you're busy."

"But yet, you called me when you bought this house. You call me all the time. And you don't call me to tell me this. I could have done something."

I frowned because as badly as I wanted to believe that, I knew it wasn't true. Jay was right. The Council calls the shots, and what they say goes. "You know there is nothing either of us could do to change this." I pulled myself up and forced a better smile. "I'm fine. Honestly, this could be worse." I could be pregnant with Jay's kid.

Chapter 5 - Jay

I stared at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear a light grey suit and a pale blue tie. I combed my hair back and cleaned up the stubble that was starting to grow. I didn't appear nervous, but I was. I kept seeing Sam's face last night before she shut the door in my face.

“I'm not your wife. I'm not your property and won't be told what to do. So, you can go home. I will see you tomorrow at the courthouse for our wedding.”

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