Page 86 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

With a curt nod, I responded, “Speak.”

A muscle feathered along Damon’s hard jaw. He shared a glance with the female sentinel at his side. A hidden observation seemed to be shared between the two. Damon swung to face me. “What needs to be discussed is for your ears only.”

Low snarls rippled through the courtyard.

I fisted my hands at my sides. “I am not yours to command.”

Not yours any longer.

“If you can’t open your mouth here, then take your ass on.” Chest lifted, I pushed every ounce of dominance I possessed at the alpha. His gritting teeth hinted at him feeling my power as a fellow alpha. The knowledge bolstered me, and I stepped down the porch steps to stand before the werebear.

I am no longer that weakling latent you rejected in the woods. You will not renounce my words.

Alpha Damon’s feet remained rooted to the ground. The hard planes of his face were severe as he glowered at me.

“Hell, let me pop a cap in his ass, Alpha,” Garret barked from behind me. “Perhaps a bullet in his asshole will get the message across.”

Damon’s gaze never strayed from mine. “Either you hear what the hell I have to say, or you’ve got three new pack mates here to stay.”

I stiffened. “You wouldn’t.” A whispered snarl passed my lips.

A wicked smirk played along his mouth. “Bears are patient, darling. We’ll wait.”

My sentinels pressed in closer. Alarm spiked my heartbeats as several guns raised, muzzles aimed at the werebears. Immediately, the bear sentinels dropped to a defensive crouch before their alpha. They eyed the threat snarling, thick fur already sprouting from their necks.

No!

I held the utmost faith in my warriors. My sentinels would give their life defending me, their alpha, and protect the pack. But I would not allow unnecessary bloodshed.

Not when Damon was seeking me out.

I thrust out my hand. “Stand down.”

The sentinels flanking me shot disbelieving glances. At my repeated command, they lowered their weapons.

Garret sidled up behind me.

“Ya sure you know what the hell you’re doing?”

I growled low over my shoulder, whispering, “I think I can take care of a mangy bear, sniffing his nose where it’s not wanted.”

Garret cast a hard glare over my shoulder at Damon. One look at the alpha werebear’s satisfied grin had my hackles up.

Too bad my inner wolf didn’t share the same sentiments.

She pranced in place, her tongue lolled as she yipped in joy.

I jutted out my chin and told Damon, “Step into my office.”

He gave a curt nod and, after telling his sentinels to stand back, followed me.

We slipped inside the room, and I swung around my desk and lowered into the high-back office chair. Damon lingered in the doorway, his eyes flitting around the small space.

My hands fisted in my lap.

“You have three minutes to talk. Then I bite your ass.”

He leveled me with a dubious stare and shrugged a shoulder. “Can’t do much damage with those teeth. I can handle being marked.”

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