38

CALLUM

“I was beginning to think you were avoiding me,” Troy mutters dryly as he

forces his way past me into my apartment.

My muscles lock up as his shoulder knocks into mine. “Yeah, well I knew you wouldn’t stop calling until I picked up,” I

grumble.

I glare after my stepfather as he strides right into the living room like he owns the damn place, and all the effort I put into calming myself prior to this interaction is immediately wasted at the sight of him in my space. My jaw ticks in agitation, fingers twitching at my sides. I’m not fond of anybody intruding on my space, Nessa being the only exception.

That’s who I’m really doing this for. My

girl is an idealist; she can’t abide not seeing wrongs righted, so if there’s one to uncover here, I’ll try, for her. I finally picked up one of Troy’s calls this

morning and told him he could come over for a chat, though I still have doubts about Chase’s plan actually working. It’s

clever, but he doesn’t know Troy like I do. It’d take a sledgehammer for this man to

crack.

“Your mother’s hurt that you haven’t stopped by since you returned,” Fuckface comments as he sinks down onto my

sofa, throwing an arm over the back and settling in.

“I doubt that,” I snort.

He gives me a once-over, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile. “You’re right. She hasn’t even asked about you.” 7

He’s clearly wasting no time in trying to get under my skin. He should know by

now that I’m not phased by my mother’s indifference, though. I just shrug, striding into the room and taking a seat in the recliner on the opposite side, maintaining a detached, aloof exterior even though I feel bile crawling up my

throat.

Realizing his first barb didn’t land, Troy switches tactics. “Pity about that girlfriend of yours,” he murmurs as he picks a piece of lint off the sofa, flicking it

away.

My pulse picks up speed. Damnit. “What about her?” I grit out.

That patronizing grin of his that I fucking hate makes a swift appearance, my stepdad delighting in managing to strike a nerve. “Spencer said he’s seen her out with Miles,” he says, attempting to twist the knife. When I don’t immediately react, he presses on. “It must hurt, seeing her move on so quickly. And with one of

your so-called friends, no less.” Troy sucks in a hissed breath through his teeth, feigning a wince of sympathy. “You did the right thing, though, breaking that

off. Glad to see you took my advice to

heart.”

“We’re back together, actually,” I mutter before I can stop myself. I wasn’t

planning on revealing that little tidbit of information to this asshole, but seeing him sitting on my couch looking so smug, it just slips out. This is what he does; burrows himself under my skin until my knee-jerk reactions overpower rationality.

Troy’s brows shoot up, his impenetrable mask slipping momentarily. Then he fucking chuckles, like my life is all some big joke to him. “Interesting,” he tuts. ” Surprised you’d want her back after

another man had her.”

“You wanted Mom.” 13

I see the split-second reaction, the curl of his lip, the flash of anger in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, he smooths it over, schooling his expression. “Well, I certainly hope she isn’t pregnant,” he muses. Pausing, his eyes narrow, that familiar look of hatred swirling behind them as he fixes me with a venomous gaze. “I’d hate for you to have to see what it’s like to live with another man’s

mistake.” 7

see it. He’s

was a kid, I wanted his love- craved it, even. Now, I don’t want anything from

I sigh, leaning back in the

my fingertips

to apologize for being born?”

wearing thin. “We discussed it the last

cutting right to the

a good word for Spence, just like you asked me to. Problem

flits across his face again. ” What? By

the grin that pulls at my lips. “Me.” 1

that permeates his features. His posture stiffens as his eyes narrow in rage, steam practically coming out of his

never allows his feathers to be ruffled. It’s so damn satisfying to see him being the one to squirm for once, knowing that for the first time, I’m the one

disbelief. ” You

I

our alpha doesn’t know what you did. I’d hate to be the

makes you think

interrupt, frustration

into my

the tight

back into the sofa, a

smile creasing his

you

had,” he says matter-of- factly. “Friend or not, no alpha would

by granting rank to a

loose cannon.”

recliner as I suppress my instinctual reaction. I won’t let him see that

plan has any hope

we rehearsed. “He said the current enforcers have gone

someone who isn’t afraid to do

needs to be done. Someone with

killer instinct.”

disbelief, his composed mask slipping again. “You

I wanted you to

press on, sticking to the script. “And it worked, it got me out of being punished. But I knew what

laugh. “How you’d planned?!” he barks. ” Oh, that’s rich. As if a woman like that would’ve

heart stutters in my chest, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. Somehow, I keep it together, though. Somehow, I press on, without missing a beat. “You were there, you saw her,” I say with an arrogant wave of my hand. “She was more than willing.”

she was paid to be,” Troy spits.

Bingo.

spine goes ramrod

into me. Nessa was right- it was a setup. Troy

all along.

did I never

there that night, waiting in the wings. My mind races, and I open my mouth to speak,

did this, Chase let me

Rob had mentioned to him; the reason behind Alpha Vaughn’s suspicion

pack rank for himself in the past and was repeatedly passed over. Vaughn speculated that

project that onto his son, and given how close Chase and

saw the writing on the wall; that

case, it could’ve been

much fucking sense to

clever, huh?” Fuckface chuckles dryly,

he’s

night, it somehow makes you special? That you

sent you

it was hilarious,

son.”

Wait, what?

stammer, trying to conceal the tremble in my

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