Wrong timing

DAWSON

"Why would I be here with her?" Smith retorted. "You train a bunch of feral dogs here and they sure as hell gonna eat her up. I'm not that stupid. I know better than bringing her to your hood."

His words were nasty as hell and made me contemplate knocking off a couple of teeth from his mouth. But at the same time, they gave me a bit of ease too.

Carla wasn't here. She wasn't at this party. There was zero chance that she would see this dirty side of me. That fact gave me a huge solace.

"Then tell me. What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, regaining my anger and spite for him.

"Believe me, I didn't wanna be here either–"

"Then leave." I cut in bluntly, pointing at the door. "What's stopping you?"

"I was invited. And I gave my word that I would be here. I'm an Alpha. I stick to my word."

"That's bullshit." I snorted with a dry chuckle. He was spewing nonsense. "There was no fucking way you could have gotten an invitation. No one wants you here. Not me and definitely not my