Josie
I was pissed. Absolutely pissed.
I stood there, glaring at Thorne, my jaw tight enough to crack my teeth. Just a moment ago, he'd been perfectly fine, civil even. And now? He'd flipped like a damn switch, his voice sharp, his expression dark, as if I'd offended him by simply breathing.
"How could you change so flippantly?" I demanded, my hands clenching at my sides. "Weren't we getting along just a moment ago? What's with the rudeness now?"
Thorne's lips curled, his eyes glittering with that maddening superiority he carried around like armor. "I'm still the Alpha, Josie," he said, voice like a whip. "And you have to obey me."
Obey. The word made my blood boil.
I glared harder, refusing to back down. "Excuse me? You're the one who called me over here, whining about being hungry, saying you wanted to eat something. Now suddenly it's a problem? What the hell is wrong with you, Thorne? Do you have to belittle me every single time, no matter what?"
