Chapter 34

"I'd lower your tone if I were you." He says calmly, though his eyes burn with anger. "Remember your place. And I think I do. I run this pack and you listen to what I say." "You're supposed to be running a pack. Not our lives. And certainly not who I decide to be with!" "Do not raise your tone, Ronnie," He snaps this time, glaring at me. "I suggest you keep in your place or I will not hesitate to have Liam Farley killed! Do. Not. Test. Me." I fall silent. Glowering at him as imagines of grabbing the back of his head and slamming into repeatedly into the table appears in my mind. I don't even push it away. I welcome it. I ball my fist at my side, so much that I dig my nails into flesh hard. I don't even wince when I draw blood. I'm too enraged to care. "You're a monster." "I'm flattered you think so," He drawls sarcastically, "I'd love to say for another hour or so and chat, but I have to get going. Think about what I said