I want her out of the house

I sat back on the stool. “I think you are getting the whole facts mixed up, Helen.”

She folded her arms, her eyes narrowed at me. “Aren't you shameless? Clinging to your brothers like a whore?” She spat.

I scoffed. “A tramp? Who among us is the slut? The bitch who slept with the men she cheated on knowing they were drunk? Or the one who couldn't keep her legs closed and ended up sleeping with your mates' Beta?”

“You dare speak to me like that?!” She raised her hand to slap me, but I held it before it could touch my face, twisting it until she screamed out.

“Don't think you can do anything because you are pregnant. I can kick you to hell and no one will blink,” I threatened, pushing her off.

“My mates won't let you escape from this!” She wagged her fingers at me, looking like a bullied child or should I say spoiled brat.

“Your mates? Did I hear those words correctly, my dear? Last I checked, you broke the bond by cheating. And they never marked you.” I leaned forward and took a k