“Dream on, Fiona. No one gives a shit in this pack that Alpha Garrick is your mate—nor do they care if you have a fucking mate. But you will never be able to take him away from me. As long as I’m alive, as long as Alpha Talon is alive, you never will.”
Anger is now bright on her face, painting her eyes with pure rage and fury.
“Then perhaps I just have to kill both of you,” I joked and choked on a laugh.
But it only made Amber angry more and this time, a slap finally hit me. When I looked at her straight in the eye, she finished me off with another slap on the other side of my face.
“Reject her, Garrick,” she pleaded to my mate. She used her begging voice, the same voice she used for our father when she wanted something taken away from me—and paired it with her fake crying. “REJECT HER, PLEASE!”
I can’t believe she really did that in front of me. My sister being my ultimate rival with Alpha Garrick...I guess I stand no chance at all.
“Fiona...” The way his voice instantly shifted from being polite to being stern is insane. “I, Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack, reject you, Fiona, youngest daughter of Alpha Talon of the Nightshade Pack.”