Page 136 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
She advances so suddenly that I gasp and stumble back. “Still a weak little bitch, I see.”
“Why are you so cruel?”
“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so disgusting.” She spits at my feet, and despite years of her nasty words, shock courses through me. I turn to leave her on the doorstep, but she snatches my arm by the biceps. Her fingers bite into my skin with a bruising grip. “You’re going to give me whatever it is.”
“I’m not giving you anything.” Though my words are bold, my voice trembles a little as her dull blue eyes drill into me. So many years wasted on her, hoping she’d change. Hoping she’d see me. “Why do you hate me so much?”
My whispered question makes her pause, and for a second, her grip loosens. I wrench out of her arms and shove her chest.
“Get away from me,” I growl, so angry she didn’t even try to deny it.
“Don’t you fucking touch me, omega slut.” She rears her hand back to strike me, but before she can, a dark hand wraps around her small wrist.
“Touch her and I will make you live to regret it.” Trev yanks her toward him like a rag doll, snarling in her face and releasing a harsh growl. “You have no power here.”
Mother’s face turns bright red. “How dare you touch me. You don’t think I know the good ole O.C. is looking for your whore?”
“Stop talking,” he barks in her face.
The command snaps her mouth shut, and she fumes, her breaths coming in hard pants.
“You don’t come to our house and threaten our omega.” Trev glances at me, the anger on his face giving way to concern. “Are you hurt?”
I’m tempted to say yes to see what he’d do, but all I want is for her to leave. “No.”
His eyes narrow and cut back to my mother. “If I catch you at our house again, I’ll throw your whole pack in jail.”
“You can’t do that,” she snarls, breaking through his alpha command.
“Watch me.” Trev releases her wrist and spins her around. “Run before I decide it’s a good day to break the law.”
“Camila is going to enjoy ripping your pack apart.” Mother glares at him then turns her sights on me. “What is it they say? Like mother, like daughter.”
Trev walks after her as she leaves, looming behind her like a rain cloud threatening to unleash a nasty storm.
“You okay, trouble?” Hayden brushes his knuckles over my arm to let me know he’s at my right side.
I shake my head, glancing over my shoulder to look at Avi and Asher. They both look concerned too. “I think I need a drink.”
“What if we try something different?” Hayden asks.
Turning, I study his face. “You don’t think I should drink?”
“It’s early. Do you really want to get drunk?”
“I don’t want to feel,” I say, glancing at Trev as he comes up the steps.
“She’s going to be a problem.” Trev’s jaw ticks.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” he assures me, but that’s all it feels like.
“Who’s going to believe her?” Avi asks. “I wouldn’t think she’d be a reliable source based on her appearance and the boozy smell she wears like perfume.”
“That’s a touch judgmental,” I murmur.
“Maybe, but I’m trying to think positive. If she thinks anyone is going to take her seriously, she’s mistaken. I doubt the security at Camila’s office would even let her into the building.” Avi glances at Trev.
