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“We’re here to take Summer back,” Olivia growls. “Get out of our way.”

She manages to push past her mom, but the Alpha stops her, grabbing her arm and yanking her back.

“Get her off the property George!” Her mother preens.

Not a chance in hell. I don’t know how Olivia survived years in this kinda environment while staying fucking sane.

“Let me fucking go, you asshole!” Olivia yells, trying to shove him away.

I grab the Alpha’s wrist and twist it so he drops Olivia’s arm and swing him around so I’m pressing his face against the wall of the trailer outside.

“Hey George,” I say, cheerily into his ear. “You’re being a little shit so I’m just gonna hold you for a little bit.”

This is probably the first time that I catch the bitch’s attention.

“Who the hell are you?” She hisses at me.

I ignore her, looking down at Olivia. I give her a small smile, noting that she’s rubbing her arm where this little shit, George, grabbed her.

“You good?” I say softly.

“Yeah.”

“Go grab your sister. I’ll handle things here,” I say, slamming George back into the wall of the trailer as he tries to kick out at me.

I lean into his ear. “Settle down and things won’t get ugly,” I murmur. I twist his arm back, the threat open between us. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing. Then I’m more than happy to oblige.”

He snarls and kicks against me again, trying to throw his entire weight back against my grip. This isn’t very fun and I’m getting kind of annoyed at him constantly trying to fight me so I let him go and take a couple steps back.

“You fucker,” He growls. “I’m gonna clean the fucking floor with you.”

The guy’s definitely a bit sturdier than I am, but I’m not worried. His fighting experience seems to be limited to bar brawls and bullying. I can totally take him.

He lunges forward, aiming a punch at my face. I sidestep him pretty easily cause the guy’s slow as fuck and quickly knock him unconscious.

He slumps to the concrete below us and I clap my hands together as if brushing off dust.

Olivia’s eyes are wide as she looks at me. “Wow,” She whispers.

“All in a day’s work,” I say flashing her a smile. “Things are handled. Go get Summer.”

Olivia pushes past her momma with a glare and heads into the trailer.

This is when I see a complete shift in her momma’s personality.

“My name’s Janice,” she purrs, stepping closer to me. “What’s your name?”

“Damn, woman, you fucking work fast,” I say, nodding down to the unconscious body at our feet. “George here hasn’t even been out for like, ten seconds.”

“What’s something like you doing with my daughter? She’s a bitchy little thing.”

“And you aren’t?” I ask, raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms over my chest. “I just saw your conversation with her.”

She waves a hand as if waving all that nastiness away. That’s when I catch her scent. Seems like she’s trying to suffocate me with it, with how strong it is. It’s almost sickeningly sweet. Like corn syrup with a twist of artificial from whatever drugs she’s just taken.

“She’s always been such a sensitive little thing. You’re much better with arealwoman,” She says, attempting to make fuck-me eyes at me.

Really unsuccessfully, I might add.