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C1 Chapter 1


"Alpha Quinn, with all due respect, can you stop acting like too much of an asshole?"

"You expect to insult me and want me to give you my help? Don't make me laugh Terrance."

"It's just a simple request. I'll even pay you for your services. Just the rogue problem is becoming a bit out of hand."

I snorted.

"That's why you should have strong pack members, not pathetic weaklings who can't even punch hard enough to break someone's nose."

"Will you help or not?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed in irritation. "Fine. My top fighters and I will be by in two days. Don't make me regret my decision." I hung up and put the phone back in the holder.

Last thing I wanted or had time for was to waste it in pathetic packs who can't defend themselves from simple rogues.

"You still have to help though."

I smirked as I turned my chair around to face my sister, who was standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" I raised a brow and she nodded.

"Just because they're not as strong as our pack, that doesn't mean they are weak or pathetic, Quinny." She moved forward and sat in the chair in front of my desk.

I shrugged. "If they can't handle a couple rogues, they're weak."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Remember what mom used to say about -"

"Don't you dare bring up that bitch in here!" I snarled at her, making her flinch.

"She was your mother, not mine. The hag only gave a fuck when she was on her death bed. "

I said, hatred lacing my tone. My mother and I never had a good relationship, but she adored my sister. Honestly, I didn't care, once she never treated my sister the way she did me then I was fine.

She was lucky she never did.

Rose sat silently with a pained expression, I figured because of how I spoke to her.

"I'm sorry, Rosie. You know that subject is touchy for me." I reached over the desk and took her hand in mine.

She smiled slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry. Can I come when you're leaving?"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not."

"Quinny please."


She snatched her hand out of mine and stood up. "Fine. I guess I'll just go hang out with Devin."

I growled.

"Devin is bad for you. I told you to stop seeing him."

"I'm 18, Quinny. You can't stop me from doin whatever the hell I please."


I got up and stood infront of her, my chest huffing up and down deeply.

"Let. Me. Fight."

She stared me down and a smirk crept it's way onto my face. Her determination was always something I always loved about her.


"No Quinny. You can't want to control every aspect of my li- wait did you say alright?"

I nodded and she started squealing, causing me to wince.

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