Jareth arrived at Chief Logan's home, still fuming over Raula's rejection.
"Call me the Chief now!" he roared angrilly at an omega who had been trying to greet him warmly. She whimpered like a scared mouse before scurrying away.
Jareth paced about the living room, a wide space beautifully furnished with antique river pack pieces that held power and importance. Though the house itself was remarkable, Jareth was in no mood to appreciate it. His mind was far away, deeply wrapped around Raula.
"I can never see what she sees in him!" he growled, the words meant only for his own ears. "He doesn't even love her! He doesn't care. I do, and yet... she is only being a bloody fool! I will become the Alpha and see if she still wants to stay with him then."
He was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn't notice the omega's return until he heard her fast, scared breathing. He turned on her, his anger fiery, and she went pale.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and took a step back.
