Chapter 6

*BRIANNE’S POV*

I stood frozen in the darkness of my room, staring at my phone screen. The coldness in Jordyn’s voice kept me glued to the spot. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was watching me; even though I could not see him, my spine tingled.

Out of fright, I hastily rushed to my window and slammed it shut. His words echoed in my head. ‘We’re not done yet.’

What did he mean by that? I thought this whole charade was only going to last three weeks. Wasn’t that the deal? I was starting to doubt because Jordyn’s voice hinted at something more sinister, as if he was extending the agreed timeframe.

“This is exhausting” I let out a deep sigh, my shoulders slumping in fatigue. I wondered if I had underestimated Jordyn’s intentions, why did I have to be caught up in an Alpha’s world? I had always tried to stay unnoticed, to blend into the background, and not draw unnecessary attention to myself. So where could I have gone wrong?

His words ‘we’re not done yet’ sounded more like a promise, a threat, a warning. And I knew I couldn’t ignore it. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache brew as I tried to assure myself that I was just being paranoid, and Jordyn was just trying to intimidate me…

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts just before my mother pushed the door open.

“Hey Mom” I greeted, trying to mask my frustration and unease.

She stood at the door, staring at me without saying anything.

I looked up at her, confused. What could be the issue?

“Are you okay, dear?” She suddenly asked. The question caught me off guard. Why was she asking me that? Could she have noticed what was going on?

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “Uhm…” Before I could formulate a response, she walked into the room.

“I just wanted to know if you were okay with it?” She said in a cool voice.

Okay with what?. I slightly squinted my eyes, trying to understand her.

“Can you be more clear, I have no idea what you’re talking about” I retorted. I was starting to get irritated. My mother never cuts to the chase, always beating around the bush.

“Your brother got his wolf yesterday,” she finally blurted out.

I halted in my tracks, my mind reeling from the sudden revelation. ‘Oh, what a bombshell. Should I go bow at his feet?’

“Hmm, yay,” I replied, my voice flat and emotionless.

“Aren’t happy for him?” My mother asked, her tone filled with disappointment.

“Do I look unhappy?” I shot back. My voice dripped with sarcasm as I raised an eyebrow, my expression masked with nonchalance.

I have no concern with whatever she just said, bothering myself about my brother was the last thing I would do at the moment. I already have a lot on my plate.

“Is that the only reason you came here?” I asked, trying to hint that it was time for her to leave.

“Uhm… darling, the thing is…” she stuttered.

‘Oh great. Bad news?’

“Your father… he wants you to undergo training.” The words tumbled out of her mouth like sour grapes.

I stared at her, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. My ears must be playing tricks on me.

“What training?” I asked, even though my gut told me I already knew.

“Come on Bri, you know what I’m talking about,” she replied. I could see a glint of pity in her eyes, and it made my skin crawl.

Oh, how I hated that expression. I loathed seeing people pity me. It makes my stomach turn. My emotions boiled within me, making it hard to keep them suppressed. I tried to keep calm, but my mouth had other plans.

“What the fuck, mom” I suddenly yelled.

This must have caught my mother off guard, because I could clearly see the surprise plastered all over her face. The look of surprise soon turned into annoyance.

“I’d advise you to mind your language, young lady,” she warned in a stern tone.

“Well, screw that shit,” I rebelled, my anger boiling over. “Is father trying to get rid of me now?, because Eric now has his wolf, I’m not welcome in this house anymore?” My anger grew as I watched my mother’s eyes.

“No, no sweetheart, your father would never do that. He just wants you to get stronger, so he decided you start training at the pack house,” she tried to convince, but her last word rang a bell.

“The pack house?” I repeated, trying to make sure I heard her right.

“Yes, the pack house,” she replied, confirming her words.

Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any more complicated. My father was shipping me off to the one place I wanted to avoid—the den of the Alpha who’d been pestering me. It was like he was handing me over on a silver platter. I could feel my anxiety spiking , my mind raced with all the worst-case scenarios.