Page 36 of Wild Wolf
He didn’t stop until reaching the store room in back. Jordan scowled. “Nowwhat?”
“Clean thebathrooms.”
Jordan scowled. “You brought me here to sell wine, not be ajanitor!”
“You need a touch ofhumility.”
“Who are you to order mearound?”
“Your alpha. Get to work. Next time you call someone in the pack a bitch, I’ll make you use a toothbrush on your hands andknees.”
She couldn’t believeNolan was ordering her to do manual labor. Mated only for less than a week and this was hermarriage?
“What happened to love and respect?” shedemanded.
Nolan narrowed his eyes. “When you show courtesy for the pack and all in it, you’ll see the same. Name calling isn’tacceptable.”
Resentment bubbled inside her. She clenched her fists. “I call them as I seethem.”
Unsmiling, he folded his arms across his chest. “Erica is a loyal member of my pack. Your pack now. You need to get along with her, treat her with respect. Sooner you learn that, thebetter.”
“I’ll treat her with respect when she respectsme.”
He blinked. “Did she say something toyou?”
Jordan shrugged. “She’s always beenjealous.”
Best not to mention about that little jab. She didn’t want Nolan fighting battles for her, make the others think she needed the alpha’s help. In a pack, that was a surefire way for other Lupines to label her asweak.
And fragile Lupines, especially an alpha’s mate, became targets in a struggle forpower.
Nolan’s expression remained guarded. “It’s Erica’s turn to tend bar. Everyone does every position around here. Now get towork.”
Rebellion rose up inside her. “No.”
They squared up like two gunfighters. Everything that had happened to her in the past nudged her to stand herground.
Maybe if she had stood her ground back then, she wouldn’t have had toleave.
Nolan glowered at her. “You disobeying a direct order from me, youralpha?”
“What are you going to do about it?” All her resentment against his father nudged her to defyhim.
Alpha wolves never had her best interest at heart. Even her mate, itseemed.
“You were given a choice. Prison or mating me. Maybe Tristan should have given you a taste ofprison.”
Before she could utter a word, he scooped her up over one shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Too shocked to speak, she beat at his broad back with herfists.
Nolan didn’t stop until opening a small storage closet. He dumped her on the floor, not gently, but not exactly rough,either.
Jordan stared up athim.
“Think about it, Jordan. A prison cell is not a good place tolive.”
Her mouth opened and closed as he closed and locked the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Maybe by then you’ll change yourmind.”
She was alone in the darkness. Fury swirled inside her. Jordan took a few deep, calmingbreaths.
