Chapter 4

Kamari's Point of View

"Are you out of your fucking mind! He will never go for that! He rejected me! Besides, how the fuck will that help us to clean out his bank accounts? I am not willing to steal for you!" Hysterical didn't even begin to describe how I felt. The thought of sleeping with Arik was a tempting one. But it was wrong to steal and I would only stoop so low. 

Blinking, Zayan forced a smile to his lips. "Do you kiss your mother with that potty mouth?" 

He got hooked on the wrong things I had said. Made a mockery of my words when in reality, I barely used such harsh language. It wasn't fitting for an Omega, seeing as I had to respect everyone that was above me. Which was, honestly, everyone in the pack.

Huffing, I crossed my arms across my chest. Glared at him the best I could. "Actually, no. Luna Rachel isn't around to hear those words from my lips. But you should have known that, seeing as you got so much information about me." It was meant to disarm him.

It did exactly that.

"Nolan didn't tell me your mother is dead." 

"Oh, so you and Nolan are friends. I am going to give that boy a piece of my mind when I see him again, I swear," I blinked slowly. Forced a small smile to my lips. "But my mother isn't dead. She just disowned me because I was a Black Wolf. A blight on her precious pack." I couldn't stop the twinge of sadness from running into my voice. From my eyes aching to shed more tears. 

Zayan's smile faltered for a moment. Even the revenge in his eyes dimmed. "I- I didn't-"

"Didn't know I was a curse? Nolan leave that part out as well? Sorry to hear but from your expression, I assume you no longer want to do business with me." I moved my legs to the side, ready to stand up and leave at a moment's notice.

I knew hearing him out was a bad idea. Steal from Arik? Fucking hell. Never. Being an omega might have been a life sentence but I bet an actual prison was much worse. 

Bracing my hand on the table, I aimed to stand but Zayan placed his hand over mine. Stared at me with a newfound sense of amusement. 

"I knew there was something different about you. An underlying fire that I couldn't put my finger on. Truly an outcast..." His smile turned into a smirk. Eyes darkened. I swallowed hard. "The most beautiful curse I had ever seen, if I do say so myself." He was resorting to flattery. 

Rolling my eyes, I cocked my head towards him. 

"I am not stealing from anyone. Seducing him, sure, I can still do that. But not steal. I won't look good in orange." 

"I bet you look good in nothing," This made my jaw drop. Zayan chuckled in response and leaned back. His hand finally slipped off of mine and I could breathe again. "But we won't be stealing anything. There is an old werewolf law that if a fated pair sleep together even once and then one of them rejects the other, the female gets half of everything. Even if you sleep together after being rejected. This was to make sure that females weren't impregnated and left to care for a child on their own. And various other reasons." 

I was skeptical. If this was the truth, then my father should have given half of what he owned to my mother. But that never happened. Or maybe it did and that was why we could barely make ends meet. Traditionally, children went to the women. My father defied all odds, then.

"And how do you know this worked?" 

"Because Eris did it to me." His tone was flat. Hollow. Even after all these years, she was still a point of pain. 

Hell, that explained why he wanted so badly for me to do this. Get revenge on the two people who hurt him more than anything. Get back his family's money in the process. I nodded. 

We were two broken people sitting in a cafe discussing how to bring about the downfall of those who hurt us. Somewhere inside my soul, I wanted nothing to do with this. Karma was a bitch when she wanted to be. Would bite us both in the ass when we least expected it.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Once. Twice. It was my dad's set ringtone. A message. I held up a finger at Zayan and pulled the device out. Fatherlord blinked on the screen above a photo of the two of us. 

'Where are you? It is getting late and I am worried. Call me.' 

"I need to go. My dad is looking for me. I'll get in touch with you through Nolan and let you know what I think." Before Zayan could protest, I was already standing up. Moving out of the booth. 

Like before, he stood as well. Moved faster than I could and blocked me off. His hand settled on my hip and I wanted to fling it off. Bite him out for always touching me when I never asked him to. But Zayan seemed oblivious. 

"Give me your number. That way we can stay in touch. Whether you want to go through with it or not."

I was too rushed to think about the consequences of giving it to him. "623-781-2611. Now I have to go." I barely gave him enough time to rip out his phone and type. Pulled away from him the moment his grip faltered and sauntered past him.

I never did drink that tequila.

***

"I'm home!" I called and dropped my keys in the basket beside the door. 

"In the kitchen!" 

The house smelled of bread and bagels. A hobby my dad had taken up a few months ago and made extra money with. Most of the time I would eat it before he could sell it. On those days, he would make extra, just to make sure his daughter had more of her favorite snacks.

Gaelan was standing with his hands in bread dough. Kneading and plopping it about. But his eyes instantly lit up when he saw me. A soft smile spread over his lips. His beard was becoming more salt than pepper lately. 

"How was work?" He called it work to make me less depressed about what I had to do. We all knew it was punishment for being different more than anything else. 

"It was fine... But something happened and I need you to sit down for this one." I said whilst leaning against the wall closest to him.

Gaelan didn't miss a beat. His smile only faltered. Became a frown. "Nolan told me everything. Are you okay?" 

"Nolan fucking Grey! He really needs to stop running his mouth." 

"He is only looking out for you, sweetheart, you know that," His kneading stopped. Eyes locked with mine. It was the most intense stare I had ever seen on my dad's face. "What did Zayan propose you do?"

"He told you about that as well?" I whined, stomping my foot like a toddler. This left my father with a fit of laughter. Blue eyes sparkling again. My phone dinged. I looked down at it. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "I don't know if I want to go through with what he has planned. It just wouldn't feel right, you know?" 

"At the end of the day, sweetheart, it is your choice."