Chapter 13

Jason didn’t answer her, walking out of his bedroom. One of the men handed him a pair of jeans. He was still too warm to wear anything more than a pair of jeans.

“Where’s Oliver?” he asked.

“Locked in her room,” Alex said.

Going down to the bottom floor, he didn’t try the lock. Pressing his foot to the door, he slammed the wood open.

Oliver jerked to her feet dropping the book she’d been reading to the floor. Her blue eyes were wide and rounded as she looked at him. She was a full breed, Jonathan and Naomi supposed oldest daughter. She didn’t even smell like the bastards of that pack.

“What were your parents involved in?” he asked, advancing into the room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stood up, holding her hands out trying to ward him off.

Jason was tired of being placated. Going to her side, he grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the room.

“Then let’s go and see what Mommy and Daddy had planned.”

He didn’t rel