Dawn came too soon. I dressed plainly, in a new mini dress I had gotten during the week, clevage out in the open, a small scale wounded around my neck to hide the fading marks, and headed to the Pack house. Guards nodded me through—Silvercrest ones, of course.
The penthouse was guarded. Father had never lived in the penthouse before. He had been planning to give it to Simon and I when we got married.
Simon, that bastard...
It was breathtaking. The penthouse in the middle of no where. Made with black granite. Floor-to-ceiling windows and a jacuzzi just by the entrance.
Wooden stairs led to the entrance. I stepped in, two strong-faced men guiding the door. They were pack warriors. When I walked into the house, the strong scent of an Alpha hitting me, almost knocking me down. The last time I felt that scent was from my father, a month ago.
The memory of my father renewed the hatred I had for him in me.
"He is upstairs. In his office."
