“It wouldn’t be fair.” His hand clenched into a fist while the other rested in his pocket. His anger was palpable, radiating off him like heat.
“All it does is make me pity the women in this pack even more than I already did.”
I didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but I was too fed up to care. Everything about this place felt suffocating, and I was done holding my tongue.
“That,” he growled, stepping closer, “is another punishable offense. You will cook again tomorrow—no help. You do not insult my leadership. I am your Alpha.”
“You call it leadership? I call it subjugation and oppression,” I spat.
His face turned an alarming shade of purple, and I knew I’d gone too far. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me closer. His breath was hot against my face as
