Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

“But what?”

“Knox’s dad has to give the okay.”

I froze. “Seriously?”

Anson nodded. “There’s a lot you don’t know.”

“I’m aware, but you aren’t a part of Mason’s community.”

A muscle in his cheek ticked. “My sperm donor was.”

“What?” The word came out in a hushed whisper. “Anson, was he there today?”

“No, he’s long gone. But he tied me to them, and that’s complicated for me.”

Understatement of the century. “Do they want you to come live there or something?”

“They’d like me to, but for now, they aren’t putting too much pressure on me.”

I laid a hand above Anson’s knee. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

“It’s-”

“Complicated. I know, but they don’t get to dictate your life.”

Anson’s lips twitched. “You gonna take them on for me?”

“Hey, I took a self–defense class once. I can kick some serious ass if I want to.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Good.”

Anson pulled to a stop in front of my house.

“Are you going to be okay by yourself tonight?”

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m used to being alone, Ro.”

I threw my arms around him, burrowing into his chest. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

Anson’s fingers tangled in my hair. “It’s not like it used to be. I don’t feel lonely. You changed that.”

My breathing hitched as I pulled back, our faces so close now. I wanted to close the distance, to know what it would be like to drown in those lips. The light over my front door flashed on, and I jolted. “I better go.”

“Text me later, and let me know how it goes with your mom?”

“Sure.” I climbed out of the Rover and jogged up the front steps. I tried the door, and it was unlocked. As I stepped inside, a voice called out from the kitchen.

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“Come in here now, Senna.”

My stomach dropped at my mom’s hard tone, but I forced myself to move in the direction of her voice. “I’m really sorry, I completely lost track

of time and.”

My voice cut off as I rounded the corner and took in my mother’s face. Rage was the only word to describe it. Hot fury burning through her eyes. “You’re grounded. School and home for one month. That’s it.”

Her words slurred a bit around the edges, and I took in the tall glass of clear liquid in front of her at the kitchen table.

“Mom-”

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed. “I’m not your mother. I’m the woman who’s stuck with you for another year.”

I swallowed down the burn that flamed to life at her words.

She pushed to her feet, legs trembling slightly as she did. “You will no longer bother my husband while he is working. I see what you’re doing, trying to create problems for us, to drive a wedge in there, but it won’t work.”

“I was worried about you-”

“Shut up!” she screamed. “My life is none of your business. If you don’t want to be cast out on the street when you turn eighteen, you’ll do what you’re told and not create any more problems for me.”

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