Chapter 274. Standing up

The moment Elder Robert spoke, I felt my stomach churn. That sickening, familiar sensation of dread filled my chest, and I had to swallow back the bile that rose in my throat. 

Gosh, I hated that man. I wanted him dead. I wanted to wrap my hands tightly around his neck and choke him to death. Yeah, sorry, but I was just so triggered. 

The power he wielded here, in this room and pack, was overwhelming, and I hated it. I hated the way he made me feel so small, like a chess piece he could move around without even a second thought. 

I did not want to look at him, but my eyes found their way to his face anyway. His smug smile was enough to make my blood boil. He had that look again—the one of someone who had thought they had already won. 

And I hated him for it. I hated him for everything he had done. He deserved hell, or even worse. 

Storm’s presence did not help either. His eyes were cold and hard, the kind of gaze that said he was not do