She did not respond, only shaking her head again. Meanwhile, I was trying to still think of a way to defuse this clearly tense situation between us.“Do you want to eat first, then talk later?” I tried asking, motioning to the now-slowly cooling plates of food. “Let us sit and talk about this all later,” I insisted.“Are you saying that I need to calm down, Donald?” she did not back down, and it was becoming increasingly hard for me to calm down. “Is that what you’re saying?”I sighed again, bringing my hand to pinch my nose in a furious attempt to stave off my desire to argue back. The silence that ensued after her query was rife with tension, and soon after the moment passed with Julie huffing and storming past me.“And where are you going?” I demanded.She opened the door, biting out, “To get some actual rest, Donald,” before storming out, slamming the door loudly in her wake.I grit my teeth, clenching my hands into fists and punching the wall right next to me.…The next morning
DONALDI entered the room, and noticed that she was sitting down in a meditative pose. As soon as I entered, I noticed how her nose twitched. Her eyes opened and she saw me, and I could tell how the metaphorical shutters in her eyes closed shut, a terrible sign for the moments to come. She clearly did not want to talk.But we did need to.“Good morning, love,” I said as I set the tray on the table, and watched as she got up. I briefly admired the way her jens clung to her curves, but then reminded myself of why I was here in the first place. “I think that we should talk this morning.”“About?” she asked, looking a bit dismissive.“What happened last night,” I clarified, crossing my arms over my chest. She frowned, then finally sighed, turning to me. I could see by the way her eyes looked tired that she had not slept well last night either. “Julie, what is the problem? Tell me, so that we can figure out a way from there.”“There’s nothing to tell, Donald. Just that I have thought about
I had no appetite now to eat, and I left the sun room, almost bumping into Geraldine who had clearly just come in for the morning.“Good morning, Alpha Donald,” she greeted, but I walked away, not responding, and instead moved towards the direction of the study. I hoped to now bury myself in work, which might give me some time to think about how to handle this situation with Julie.It took until noon before I finally paused in my work. But it was due to a knock on the door, and I had to raise my head to call out.“Enter,” I said, and the door opened to reveal Geraldine, who carried a tray that bore a teapot and teacup, and the aroma of black tea filled the air. I stood up, moving around the desk and took the tray gratefully from her.“I’m sorry for this morning,” I apologized for how I had been rude, but she waved it off, only giving me a warm smile that reminded me so much of my mothers.“It is alright, Alpha Donald,” she replied, giving me a knowing look. “I noticed you did not have
DONALDBut then, I recalled a few things. I was not familiar with the signs of pregnancy, but I did remember how she had gotten nauseated that morning after we spent the night together on my birthday. She had written it off as a simple case of her stomach being a little wonky, but what if she was truly pregnant? Then I noticed how she did eat a lot more, especially how she practically devoured the steak we had two nights ago. Or how she would oddly pat her stomach once or twice whenever she was deep in thought.It was not a lot that I had noticed, but now that Geraldine had told me this, it seemed to make a lot of puzzling behavior make sense.The thought infuriated me more than I could bear.I could not even think; I simply acted, ignoring the old woman’s words, and storming out of my study in search of Julie.I needed to get answers from her.The fury that I felt was not one that I had words to describe. I now stormed the pack house in search of Julie, trying to figure out her curre
Donald The scent that she gave off suddenly had hints of fear in it, and she shook her head in the negative. Her behavior, however, gave off the signs that she was, indeed, lying to me. “I am not pregnant, Donald,” she said. “That is a lie, love,” I responded. “Do not think about lying to me about this. Don't even dare to try it. I dont have the patience to deal with it if you do.” She shook her head again, and that infuriated me the most. Why was she trying to deny what was already there? Did she not know how she looked, cowering with her hands over her stomach, as if trying to protect the child - our child? Or did she not think that I would not be able to notice her strange behaviors over time? Granted, had the old woman not mentioned something about it today, it may have not occurred to me that my mate was with child. But I had in fact noticed the odd behaviors that she had exhibited until then. Now, I had nothing else to say but to ask her why. It was no longer a matter of ge
JULIESO after I managed to escape the temptation that was Donald again, and tell him that our relationship would not work, I ended up going to the kitchen in search of food. I met with Geraldine there, who was just arriving, it seemed. My zeal for getting food stopped as soon as I saw her, and her welcoming smile.With a scoff, I picked up an apple and left the kitchen without saying a word to her. I entered the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind me before I moved to sit in the armchair, placing my feet under me. With large bites that belied my absolute hunger, I finished off the apple in record time, reducing it to its core within seconds.I simply sat there, looking at the window, before I heard a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Geraldine, who carried a small bowl of food placed on a tray. It smelt like bacon and eggs. My mouth watered, but I held myself.I could not give in to whatever trap she was going to set for me.Did Donald have a hand in her bringing me
DonaldI had no idea what had now come over me. I only saw red, and deep inside of me, I felt a fire in my heart borne from pain. She had caused that pain, from her words.I could not stay calm; instead, the only thing on my mind were the words spoken by her only moments ago.“It isn’t yours” she had said.The child is not yours.It was not only the words that had hurt me this badly, but the way in which she said it – like she did not care. She stared at me as she said it, and her eyes met mine. She was defiant, uncaring, indifferent. It was only a fuel for the fire that was my rage.It was more than I could bear, the sting of betrayal scalding me like a physical wound. Inside of me, my wolf side felt the pain too, and I had to hold in the urge to let out a pained howl.Now, my hand was encircled around Julie’s wrist, and I was pulling her out of the room. I had no idea why, but something inside me wanted to inflict the same kind of pan that she had so callously inflicted upon me, by
JulieI was struggling to hold everything back; I had no idea how to speak, or what to even say. My throat just dried up.After Donald got me out of the room, holding my wrist in a very painful manner, I could not help but be afraid that he was going to kill me right then and there. He was in the throes of his fury and his rage burnt white-hot. The grip on my wrist was painful, firm and a testament to how much he had to rein in, just to gain control over himself. Despite him not showing it outwardly, I could feel his hand tremble slightly. Whether it was from his struggling to hold back his anger from snapping my wrist in two, or from pain at hearing my words, I did not know.I could not help but begin to weep, and even as Geraldine saw us both in the hallway, and tried to beg on my behalf, I gave her a look to stay away. I did not want him to unleash his anger on her just because of me.After exchanging terse words with Geraldine, I became limp in his hold as he dragged me. I felt li