Unprepared

"This is Rodrick," he says and I stand completely still. "Stop asking if I've hurt my mate, I would never do that. I'm only running away because I'm a prisoner, according to you, but having her with me is not a crime. She is mine by right."

"Your mate is terrified, Rodrick," I spit, clenching my hands into fists. Lucinda reaches over and tries to take the phone from me to talk to Rodrick but I push her aside, "She doesn't want to be with you, that makes it a kidnapping. You don't know your own omega. If you did you would know how much she’s hating what you’re putting her through."

"Shut up!" he shouts, "I'm doing all this for her. I'm giving her a clan and making her my Luna."

"Stop, Rodrick, just stop. No clan in America would accept that nonsense, no one abides by those rules anymore. You could travel to Europe and maybe there you could find a traditional clan who would accept you as their alpha by force, but you can’t travel overseas with a kidnapped woman, can you? Seriously,