It sucked.
It sucked so much to be her right now.
Ronan Silverback, that stupid alpha, actually tried taking her from behind!
He might want to sleep with her to get back at Lucien Clearwater, but in the end, the only person on his mind was Lucien and not Lillian.
The Alpha's daughter slammed an empty glass of brandy against the bar counter.
"More!" She shouted, prompting the other bar visitors to stare at her.
"Miss Lillian, you have had enough."
The empty glass was removed by the man she had grown apart from.
Kieran Locksworth, the Beta of the Ironclad Claws pack, looked down at her with a cold and impassive face.
"... What are you doing here?" Lillian scoffed. "Bartender, give me another glass!"
"I said no."
Lillian scowled at him.
"You are just a Beta," she said with a smirk lacing her lips. "Do know your place."
