Han's POV
"I need some blood from that Omega, unless you will lose the control you have over yourself and the curse will consume you whole".
The more she explained, the worse my expression got and I didn't even notice the anger that radiated off me.
Can she fucking listen to herself? Blood from who?
"To hell with you". I spat through gritted teeth, my fists trembled from holding back my anger and not throwing a punch across her face like I wish to.
Her eyes widened for a second, shock flying across her features. She wasn't expecting me to say that, maybe because of how I have been receptive to everything that has been happening lately.
I noticed my father's death stare from across her and I didn't bother to look at him before I stood up and kicked my seat back in anger, the wooden seat hit the wall with enough force that shattered a part of it.
The sound didn't startle either of them and only father let out a low growl in annoyance.
