Ninety four
I knew instantly who was responsible for this petty act of aggression. Dakota had pulled my hair, probably hoping to get a rise out of me. But she had no idea that things were about to change.
In a swift and practiced motion, I turned around, my eyes locking onto hers. My fighting stance kicked in instinctively, and without hesitation, I grabbed her wrist tightly and twisted it, forcing her to wince in pain. I didn't want to fight, but I wasn't going to let her bully me anymore.
Pushing Dakota away, I held my ground, my expression turning colder, almost icy. Gone was the meek omega she used to toy with. I had found my strength, and I was determined to stand up for myself.
"Don't you ever try such nonsense with me again," I warned her, my voice steady and unwavering. "I won't tolerate your bullying any longer."
Dakota seemed stunned, her usual air of superiority faltering in the face of my newfound confidence. But I wasn't done speaking my mind.
"You're going to be the Luna soon, right?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you should work on your image instead of wasting your time on petty harassment. Or perhaps you're just eager to show everyone how bad you can be."
She tried to retort, but I cut her off, not giving her a chance to defend herself. "Well, I'm not going to be your punching bag anymore. The days of me quietly enduring your torment are over."
As I spoke, I could see the shock and uncertainty in Dakota's eyes. Maybe she had never expected me to stand up to her, but I wasn't going to back down.
From that moment on, I decided to take control of my life and not let anyone, especially Dakota, dictate my worth. I was no longer going to be the timid omega everyone pushed around.
Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving Dakota stunned and silent behind me. I knew this wouldn't be the end of our conflicts, but I was ready to face whatever came my way.
As I hurriedly made my way out of the pack house, I couldn't help but feel tense. I was already late for work, and the encounter with Dakota had only added to my frustration. As I stepped outside, I scanned the area for a cab, hoping to catch one quickly and make up for lost time.
However, to my dismay, there were no cabs in sight. It seemed luck was not on my side today. I started to panic, realizing that I might miss the bus too if I didn't act fast. In my desperation, I made a split-second decision – I kicked off my heels, deciding that running to the bus station barefoot was better than being late.
But just as I took my first few steps, a car suddenly pulled up beside me, its horn honking loudly to get my attention. Irritated by the interruption, I ignored it at first, not in the mood for any more distractions. However, the persistent driver kept honking, and I eventually stopped to see what they wanted.
As the window rolled down, I was taken aback when I saw who was sitting in the driver's seat – Damon.