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I dial the number, listening to it ring.The phone rings out and goes to an answering machine, and I instantly recognize the voice.
Emery’s grandmother.
“Well?”Kyrio asks as I grip the mirror, turning it, so I can see in the back.Emery is fast asleep, and part of me wants to demand why she lied and went behind my back to call her grandmother.All while my wolf reminds me that she did ask to borrow my phone to check on her brother.
“Nothing, I will deal with her later,” I tell him and his brows furrow, but he doesn’t question me on it.
Chapter 15
I’m awoken by the jerking of the truck as it comes to ahalt.Dion climbs out of the car without so much as a backward glance at me.Rubbing my eyes, I yawn and stretch, my back aching from having fallen asleep across the seat and the belt buckle digging into my side.
Just as I am about to climb out of the car, Kyrio speaks, making me pause to look back at him.“Whatever you’ve done to upset him, I suggest you own up to it,” Kyrio states, then opens his door.I stare at the driver’s seat, wondering what he is talking about.I’ve been asleep this entire time?
Climbing out the truck, I can see everyone getting ready for dinner as they pack up the training equipment and start loading it back into the storage rooms.Wandering around to the back of the truck, I see Tara trotting toward us, a huge grin on her face as she notices Kyrio.As they greet each, they seem like the best couple.
“Hey, Emery,” Tara smiles, moving to the back of the truck to help us start unloading everything.Only when she grabs a bag, Dion growls.
“Leave it, Emery can unpack the truck,” Dion orders andTara looks at me.I shrug, not knowing what’s got him so upset.
“You want me to unload that all by myself?”I ask incredulously.
“Yes, now go get ready for dinner, you two.Emery will unload it,” Dion says, and I glare at him.Kyrio nods once, steering Tara away, who watches me with worry clearly etched on her face.Kyrio whispers something to her before pulling her away.Turning, I find Dion glaring at me.
“So where am I putting all this, then?”I ask, and he points toward the gym that is attached to the pack house, Kyrio has parked by the huge garage that stores the pack cars.I peer up at the slight incline toward the pack house, knowing it may not look like much, but it was going to be a heck of a trek.
“Can’t you park the truck up there where it’s closer?”I ask him.
“I could, but I won’t.Now hurry before dinner starts,” he says, opening the tailgate and sitting on it.Storming toward the truck, I snatch the first box off the back of the truck when he grabs my arm.
“Everyone has a place here, Emery, you need to figure out where yours is.I would hate for it to be in my cells,” he growls before letting me go.
“Now get to work,” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket while I stomp off toward the gym.
My muscles ache as I lift another box from the truck and carry it into the gym’s storage room.The space smells of old rubber and disinfectant.My thoughts circle, buzzing like a swarm of bees, each one stinging with its own flavor of doubt and regret.Does Dion know I made a call to my grandmother?He couldn’t have known because I put the phone down the moment I saw him turn toward the shop.I know he didn’t catch me on it.
As I return to the truck, I’m relieved to find this was the last trip I would have to make back.I can feel Dion’s eyes on me.His gaze is almost tangible, a physical weight I can’t shake off.He’s been watching me silently ever since we got back, his scowl getting deeper with every step I take.I can’t decipher what’sgoing on in that complicated head of his.
Hauling the last box up, Dion follows closely behind me silently.The rogue women have managed to make themselves quite at home, and even have a bit of a system going on, making sure they are contributing to Dion’s pack.I am yet to see any produce gardens, but by the number of fruit and vegetables laid out being washed and prepped I know there must be one here somewhere.
The gym’s storage room is nearly full, a maze of stacked boxes, equipment, and other miscellaneous items.Sweat trickles down my back as I place the box on a shelf.I take a moment to catch my breath, but I can’t find peace, not with Dion’s silent scrutiny prickling the back of my neck.He’s a storm cloud in Hybrid form, dark and foreboding.
The loud wail of the dinner siren cuts through the gym, reverberating off the walls.A collective sigh of relief echoes from everyone.
“Dinner, everyone!”one of the women announces.
“Where do you want all this?”one asks Dion, he glances at her.
“In the kitchens, make sure you keep enough down here, though, in case the children get hungry through the night,” he tells her.
“Thank you, Alpha,” she nods, wandering off and I notice most have lingered to help put all the fruit and vegetables into the baskets.
The dining hall is buzzing with chatter and the clinking of silverware as we step in.The scent of cooked meat and vegetables fills the air, but it does little to lift the heaviness that’s settled over me.
Tara smiles excitedly as I enter, and I grin goofily in return.However, just as I reach for the back of a chair to pull it out beside her, Dion’s voice slices through the noise.“Emery, sit here.”
I turn to find him patting his lap, a clear direction.My teeth grind together, nerves tingling with humiliation and defiance.Iconsider refusing, but the room has gone strangely quiet, and I can feel dozens of eyes on me.Making a scene would only give Dion more of a reason to punish me, and God knows I’ve given him enough reasons already.
With a clenched jaw, I take a few steps toward him and reluctantly sit on his lap.He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close as if to say, ‘You’re mine, don’t forget it.’I swallow down the retort that comes to my lips.This isn’t the time or place for a confrontation, but that doesn’t mean I must like it.
