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Wouldn’t have mattered to my dad, Bunny…
I could barely breathe as he helped me from the car door. We were in a strip mall. It was quiet, a little seedy—just the kind of place…
I squinted, seeing a pack of teenagers on the corner. There was a bar, a real estate agent, a hair salon…
I was almost dizzy, trying to figure out what was happening. Was he selling me to someone?
He was sick of me.
I’d gone too far.
I glanced at the bar, and my mind flashed back to Dan and his pack.
Then I realised Knox had begun crossing the parking lot without me. With a little shaky breath of panic, I followed, catching up to him and gripping his arm.
He slowed, peering down at me curiously as I tugged at his sleeve, revealing the golden cuff he hadn’t taken off since the party he’d hosted, back when we were attached.
I grabbed the end of the chain and hooked it onto the little clip, not meeting his eyes and trying to stop my chin quivering.
What did I say?
What could I offer?
Oh, what had I been thinking?
And did I really think one good fuck would erase how mad he was? It was too late…
He opened the door of what I realised belatedly was a craft shop.
What kind of trick was this? I used to dream of these places. If he sold me to someone in here, maybe I’d be able to snag a sketchbook…?
People were staring at us as he led me down the aisles—like they knew something bad was about to happen to me. I stuffed the chain into Knox’s hand, too, so he wouldn’t forget I was supposed to be his.
He’d said that, right? Told me I was.
He couldn’t take it back now.
He took the chain, and I felt his hand brush my waist as he let me huddle closer.
Is this a trick, Bunny?
Finally, we ended up in the aisle of sketchbooks and he drew to a stop, but my brain was like a multi-vehicle collision and I couldn’t process what was happening.
“You asked Rogue if he’d buy you a sketchbook.” His words were foggy, but I latched onto one thing.
Oh god. Thiswasabout the Rogue thing.
My eyes slid down the aisle. No one else was here. No big mean Alpha who looked like he was gonna take me away.
Was he hiding?
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m really sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Which part?
Chaining him up?
Biting his dick?
