Chapter 45

　　Tabitha's POV 　　The atmosphere in the room grew sour as I finished my words. 　　Derek's face darkened under my glower. 　　Kamp, who seemed to pick up on the heavy vibes coming off Derek, blurted out, "Alpha Derek, Alvin just mind-linked me. There's pack stuff that needs your immediate attention." 　　Derek shifted his gaze from me, ready to leave. 　　Before he walked out the door, he suddenly threw over his shoulder, "Tabitha, talking to you's a waste of my time." 　　I cursed inwardly, 'Damn it! I gotta teach him a lesson for insulting me!' 　　Anger got the better of me, and before I knew it, my claws were out, swiping straight at him. 　　Caught off guard in the heat of the moment, he failed to dodge in time. I ripped his shirt open, revealing his skin underneath. 　　He glanced down and then locked eyes with me, rage written all over him. 　　"How dare you!" he snarled. 　　I remained silent, just keeping him in a cold, hard stare, ready to strike again if needed. 　　Derek gave me a sullen glare.