Page 33 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Grayson notices the shift in my demeanor and loosens his grip slightly.
When I meet the pack leader’s gaze without falter, he lets out a low whistle. “She’s a tough one, eh? She’d be fun to force into submission.”
The fingers around my waist press painfully into my skin, and I glare at Grayson. Did he really have to put his hand on the only part of my stomach not covered by the stupid vest?
I guess if I’m dying, bruises won’t matter.
“Oh, is she your girl, bro? I didn’t mean to upset her.”
Colt’s standing across from the alpha with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing his Blood Mafia suit jacket, which hides the boatload of weapons underneath. He’s not impressed by the alpha’s mouth.
Once Grayson stops next to him, I feel the full impact of the alpha. He’s strong. Way stronger than Kevin is. An involuntary shudder racks my body and the little bit of spine I’d grown shrivels under the scrutiny of the powerful supe. I grind my teeth together, refusing to look away from this asshole.
He snarls at me, and a deep growl works its way up from his chest. “She’s defiant.”
There’s no humor in his voice. Before, he was playing games. Now, he wants me to cower before his almighty power.
He can kiss my human ass. I don’t bow to anyone, not even an alpha wolf.
Grayson and Colt exchange looks over the top of my head, silently communicating something. I want to know what they’re thinking, but I continue to glare daggers at the alpha. I’ve never been a good loser, and I refuse to die as one.
“I thought she was human,” the alpha snarls at the men.
“She is,” Colt says.
Alpha dick shakes his head. “Impossible. A human cannot hold my gaze like this.” His eyes are slanted at me, and his face is pinched in anger.
Grayson shrugs. “Maybe you’re not as strong as you think you are.”
This doesn’t sit well with the dog. He growls and tears his gaze away from mine to glare at Grayson.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, laughing in spite of how terrified I should feel.
I won the stare off. I dominated him.
He’s my bitch.
A few of his cronies shift uncomfortably, realizing what’s happened before the alpha does. Even if he was angry, he still submitted to me by caving first.
He lost.
“What’s his name?” I whisper to Colt.
“Dickweed.”
I snort, which draws the alpha’s attention again, but I ignore him and glance at Colt. “Really, what’s his name?”
“Richard.”
My lips curl into a feral smile. “How does it feel to submit to a human, Richard?” I’m taunting him.
I don’t give a damn.
Let him lose his cool.
He’s already caused a ripple of discontent among his people by merely losing to me.
The alpha’s eyes widen slightly as the gravity of the situation sinks in.
