POV: Keith

“Get your filthy hands off me, bitch!” I yelled as I pushed her away roughly, glaring at her angrily. Ameera turned around and walked back towards the plane, ordering the pilot to take her back to the pack house. I ran after her and pulled her back forcefully, dragging her back to the car. When she kept struggling to turn back, I picked her up and placed her on my shoulder, holding her firmly in place. I don’t even know why she’s getting angry when we aren’t even dating. Amelia laughed at our drama, and she walked away from us, sitting next to the driver on the passenger...