Page 7 of Property of Karev

My attention is pulled away from Karev when my father comes to a stop in front of me. “You, Azalea, are a disappointment. Why do you feel the need to harass the werewolves? They are my employees and you need to treat them with respect, not throw things at them. You’re acting like a spoiled child.”

My molars grind together as I take the verbal hits my father gives me. There’s no need to defend myself because he’d never believe me anyway. Over the past few years, I’ve found it easier to just stay quiet, nod, and be done with it.

“Can we focus on me instead of the little shit who always causes trouble?” Alora snaps.

I narrow my eyes at her and my father sighs. “Alora, as I’ve mentioned, we need to start looking for another hellhound. Besides, we don’t even know if Karev was an alpha. Not to mention, Karev is the vice president of one of the Kings of Anarchy chapters. They have chapters in every state and are a tight brotherhood. Their damn slogan is ‘nobody fucks with the Kings.’ I just have to get rid of a rogue hellhound, not invoke another damn war in my territory. A territory they probably think is theirs.”

“A rogue hellhound gone nuts because of Alora. Surprise, surprise,” Annetta mutters under her breath, making the corner of my mouth twitch.

Our father bobs his head, and it shows he heard Annetta, as did Alora who looks ready to spit fire.

In an effort to break the tension, I ask the question that popped into my head when our father mentioned it. “How do you know if a hellhound is an alpha?”

Alora huffs. “An alpha has three heads, stupid.”

I drop my gaze to the floor in an effort to hide my reaction. Holy shit. Three heads. Karev has three heads.

Wait. “There are hellhounds with different amounts of heads?”

“Azalea.” Annetta smacks my knee. “How can you not know Drexel had two heads? When Alora found out she insulted him and dumped his ass because he told her he was a powerful hellhound. She assumed he was an alpha, but he clearly isn’t.”

How can I not know? Easy; because no one tells me anything and always ignores me. Being the youngest practically makes me invisible. Not to mention, the books I read on hellhounds didn’t give any of the specifics, just global stuff. Shit. I didn’t even know Alora had something with a hellhound, and it being the reason why he wants our father’s head.

On the other hand, Alora has a thing for bad boys. It drives our father nuts because as the oldest he needs her to stay a virgin and take a husband. Preferably a fated mate to secure powerful offspring. Though, I think my father doesn’t care about such a thing and just wants her out of the house and become someone else’s problem.

In an effort to steer the discussion away from Karev once and for all, I ask, “How do we find another hellhound?”

“We don’t because they don’t grow on trees, stupid,” Alora snarls.

I take a menacing step forward and feel my power flowing through my veins and raising to the surface.

A sheen of red electricity dances over my skin when I snarl, “Call me stupid again and it will be the end of your existence.”

The three of them all gape at me as if I’ve lost my head instead of me threatening to rip off Alora’s.

Alora shakes her head and shoves her nose into the air as if I’m beneath her. “Are you trying to act like a grown-up? Newsflash, little sister. You’re still the youngest. Completely incompetent.”

The youngest? Act like a fucking grown-up? We’re triplets, meaning we were born on the same damn day.

“Hush,” my father grunts. “There are more pressing matters than bickering with your sister. Now, Alora. If you’ve finally calmed down, I can handle some business while you go to your room and...”

Alora cuts him off with a whiny voice, “But Dad, I can go after Karev and...”

“No,” he snaps. “You will not. I don’t want to hear his name again in this house. This discussion is over.”

He throws a glance at the open door and bellows one of the names of the werewolves, the man comes running.

“Escort Alora to her room and make sure she stays there,” he orders.

Alora huffs and stomps out of the room.

“One day she’s going to explode, and I hope I’m not in the same room when she does,” Annetta mutters.

I snort and it earns both of us a glare from our father.

“I have work to do,” he snaps and strides out of the room.

Waiting a few heartbeats to make sure father and Alora are gone, I tell my sister, “If she’s the one who caused a bull’s-eye on father’s head...why doesn’t he give her to Drexel? It will solve all of our problems.”