Negotiating with General Fynn

[ Dasha's POV ]

I glared at the silk bedsheets like they were my mortal enemy. I was looking forward to leaving this place and when Father summoned me, I thought he would tell me to pack, but instead, he told me we were called for a special meeting with the Supreme Alpha. And it was not just the meeting, but our accommodation moved close to the main packhouse. I had a bad feeling about this.

My father was giddy, thinking that our pack was about to score a major deal with the Supreme Alpha, but the skeptic in me refused to rejoice.

Father would get easily excited, carried by greed, and often not thinking about what he had to lose. But then… he was using me as a bargaining chip and the fact that he wouldn't mind exchanging me for perks, hurt more than I wanted to admit.