Chapter 34
The young man stood and, in a display of dominance no doubt practiced over and over in front of a mirror, stretched his spine as tall as possible so he could loom. “Like it or not, you’re my omega. My dad wanted you for me, and he always gets what he wants.”
All feelings of sympathy evaporated in an instant. Channeling days of pent-up anger, Rafe spat out each separate syllable loaded with outrage. “Not—this—time!” He grabbed the carafe and hoisted it in the air. “Get out!”
Dumbfounded his tame puppy had turned on him, Cary sputtered, “But…you. You can’t say no—you’re in heat. You need me.”
“I don’t need a wet behind the ears alpha without sense enough to run away.” Rafe heaved the carafe at the kid, who ducked just in time. Open-mouthed with shock, the alpha stared until Rafe took a step toward him. Then the kid retreated, fumbling in his shirt pocket to retrieve a key card. He inserted it, jerked the door open, and fled.