I’m well, well aware that I’m supposed to quail under the look my father is leveling at me now – that it’s sent many big tough Alphas running for the hills.
But, well, I’m my father’s daughter, aren’t I?
And I am not giving in that easily. No way in hell.
“I’m going back, dad,” I growl, my voice matching his own even though it’s several octaves higher. “You can’t stop me.”
“The hell I can’t –“
“I have worked too hard!” I shout, getting up on my knees and leaning towards him now. “I have been busting my ass at that school, proving myself! I –“
“And it almost killed you, Ariel!” my dad shouts back, leaning in so that our faces are only inches apart.
“I survived, didn’t I!?” I whip my finger up between us, a move I’ve seen my mom make a thousand times, but my dad just swats it away. “
