Garrick, The Lapdog

Garrick grabbed her shoulders and screamed to her face, “it is your fault I have become a laughing stock.”

“Oh, come on. I spoon-fed you the pack. I took away all the hindrances and one thing you are already whining about. How about a thank you, brother.” Gael replied, prying away herself from her brother.

“Don’t call me brother, I am not your brother,” Garrick said through gritted teeth while fisting his hands.

Gael growled at her brother. It was one thing to say it was her fault while it was another for him to tell her he wasn’t her brother. Gael lived for Garrick and wanted nothing but the best for him.

“You are not invited here, ever again,” Garrick yelled.

Gael smiled, telling herself there was no way her brother meant that. They only had each other.

“You are standing in this gigantic office because of me. You are the alpha because of me. If I hadn’t shown up, you would still be Hunter and Ciandra’s lapdog. So, little brother, don’t forget I will snatch it if I want it. I created