Page 26 of Broken Harmony
“Why?” she demands, face turning angry.
“A friend of mine is going through something, and I need to go back home.”
“Fuck,” she growls. “How did you find out?”
“What?” I pause, brows furrowing.
“Damn it.” She looks at the TV. “I thought I told them to unhook your TV.”
“Why would you do that?”What is she going on about?
“All that fucking work for nothing,” she mutters, going over to the TV and yanking out the cord. “Show me your phone.”
“What?”
“Show me your phone!” Her Alpha bark has my spine going stiff, and to my utter horror, my hand lifts and I place my phone into her hand.
Did she just...what the fuck!
“Whose phone is this?” she demands.
“Mine.”
“No. It’s not. It’s not the phone I got you.”
“That broke. Skyler got me a new one a few days ago.”
“Damn it!” She paces back and forth. “I knew it. I knew when I recognized the name, you would want to go back. I tried so damn hard to make sure you’ve seen nothing. Made sure no one said anything.”
“Wait? You knew about Lulu? About what was going on back home?”
“Of course I did.” She spins her wide eyes at me. “I know everything about your life, Ally. It's my job. And it’s my job to make sure you do as you're told. There’s too much at stake for you to take off. You’re just getting started, and I’m not lettingsome fucked up drama back home in your hick town ruin my plans. Do you understand me?”
“I’m–”
“You are not going home,” she repeats, her voice an Alpha command. “You are not to contact Lucinda. You are not going to get any information on this from your parents. You are not to mention this to anyone. At all. You are going to stay here and do what you are contracted to do. And if you tell anyone, there will be hell to pay.”
“You can’t be for real,” I gape at her, dread filling my veins like lead as the command takes hold.
She steps closer to me, her face twisting into something cruel. “You will do as I tell you, or I will make your life a living hell. Your pretty new life? I’ll take it all away. Just like that.” She snaps her fingers.
“I don’t care about any of this!” I shout. “Not if it means the people around me hurt. I’m going home, I need to see her.”
“No!” she bellows. “What you're going to do is get yourself together and meet me downstairs in five minutes. We have a press conference."
My lip peels back, and pure hatred spills from me. “I hate you.” I hate how much I’m shaking. I want to argue, but the hold she has on me is too strong. I’ve never felt like this before. Never had my control taken from me.
I hate it. It feels gross, like poison in my veins. I want to claw at my arms, pull at my hair, and scream as I feel my DNA shift, forcing me to do as she commanded.
“If you try to fight me on this, Ally, I will ruin you,” she vows, face to face with me. I hate how weak I feel. I’ve never hated being an Omega more than I do right now. If this is how much control an Alpha can have over me before my hormones have really kicked in, I don’t want to know what it will be like after my heats start up.
The idea makes me want to puke again.
How can someone be so cruel, to take away someone's free will like this? I’ve read about the abuse of power by Alphas, but I never thought it would happen to me.
And by someone who’s supposed to be on my side, to do what's best for my career.
She only cares about herself, what she gets out of this. I'm nothing more than dollar signs to her.
