Page 9 of Her Bully Alpha

I didn't live in a fancy part in town, but it wasn't terrible. My neighbors were nice, and everyone was respectful. The thought of leaving made me sad. I loved this place.

I scowled and unlocked the door, pulling it open. I raised an eyebrow at him. "How the hell did you figure out where I live?"

Jay scowled as he looked past me towards the inside of the house. "You haven't packed?"

I crossed my arms, hating how he just ignored my question. It was only a couple of hours ago that this happened. He couldn't be serious about me packing things up already. "How did you know where I lived?"

Jay looked at me. "I have ways. I'm an Alpha, after all."

"So you invaded my personal privacy," I grumbled, leaning onto the door frame. "Is that the life I get to look forward to?"

Jay rubbed at his face and sighed. "As much as I would love to argue, we don't have time. We are on a tight timeline as it is."

"You can't be serious," I said. "We can't get married like this. There are so many things we have to discuss and figure out. We hardly know each other."

"And we can do that after you move." He looked back to my living room. "You haven't packed anything….and….is that a bottle of wine?"

I internally cringed, but I wouldn't let him talk down to me either. I was a grown woman.

"Jay, you have to realize how quick this is. I have a life, and I'm sure you do too. We can't just get married without thinking how it changes everything."

Jay frowned at me. "I'm making sure we are doing what the Council asked."

I rubbed my eyes. "I understand that, but…"

"I already got our wedding set for tomorrow. So, we need to get your stuff packed up and moved."

"What?" My mouth dropped open, and I stared at him in shock. How the hell did he manage that? "How is that even possible?"

He shrugged. "The courthouse will run one for us early in the morning. I called around and found your wedding dress. They will have it ready before the wedding. While you've been here sipping on wine, I was figuring things out."

I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. This was not how I would want it. It wasn't how anyone would want it. No one wanted to be told they were getting married the following day in a dress they didn't pick out.

"I can't believe you."

He shrugged. "I told the sales associate to make sure it would fit. So, it should look good on you."

I felt anger burn in the back of my throat. He wasn't even listening to me. "Wow, you're still the biggest walking piece of shit that lives, aren't you?"

Jay was a little thrown by this, and his eyes widened slightly, but they quickly narrowed on me, and he curled his lip. "I'd watch what you say, Sam."

"Or what?" I tilted my head. "I'm getting married to you, quite literally, with no choice, so there isn't much more you could do to fuck my life up."

"There are a lot of things that I can screw up for you."

I stepped closer, narrowing my own eyes on him. "Is that a threat, Jay?"

"No. I'm simply stating you are acting like I've ruined your life."

"You have!" I snapped back. "This does ruin my life!"

He scuffed. "Because you will have to move out of this shack into an actual house? Or because you have a boyfriend and have to break the news? I know you don't have a man, so this isn't that terrible. This is an upgrade for you."

"Did you just call my home a shack?" I ground my teeth together, feeling the insult. "Excuse me for enjoying the simpler things in life than sucking off the teet of my folk's money for a living. You're only an Alpha because of who your folks were."

He leaned closer. "And look what you happened to be."

I wanted to slap him. "I'd certainly rather be me than have to be you. I earned what I had, at least."

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