Evading the wolves book 1

Storm

I see Edgar and Gabriel retrieve from their seats on the opposite side of me. Leaving me sitting on the floor by myself.

Westley wastes no time briskly picking me up. I walked quietly to the dining table. His brothers are already sitting at the table with their plates, watching him walk me to the table. Embarrassment courses through my veins. Westley sits me down in a chair I normally don't sit in. A small whimper leaves my lips at the harsh surface.

Barley is detectable. The two men have a slight amusement in their eyes at my reaction. He sits directly beside me on the corner of the table. Edgar is on the opposite corner, and Gabriel is across from me. My stomach still hasn't settled. My plate, medicine, and drink are all sitting there waiting for me. Then men began eating. I stare at the food, wishing it would empty itself. The quiet was short-lived.

Westley roughly squeezed my hand. I attempted to pull away from him but to no avail. I look up at him in frustration. He sends me a warning look before letting go of my hand. I take a bite of food. A couple of others, but nothing noticeable are gone. Westley says, "So how's Thomas?"

Edgar finishes his bite. "He's great," he says, looking at me. "Would you like to meet him sometime?"

I continue to push my food around my plate, not hungry.

"I'm presuming Thomas is your newborn." I'm still looking down.

Edgar replies, "Yes, do you like kids?"

I could feel all their eyes looking at me. Westley's eyes show more frustration at my inability to clear my plate.

"Yeah, I love them. I used to work at a daycare." I replied

What? Why did I tell him that? It's kind of useless information. Nevertheless, I don't think they should have any right to know.

I rest my head on my hand. Still slowly eating. I look down at their almost empty plates.

When I hear Gabriel's voice chirp off, "I'm sure you and Westley will have plenty to keep you busy,"

I set my fork down, and all the color drains from my face.

I could feel their eyes on me once again by the very disrespectful clear reaction.

I replied monotonously. "I think you're mistaken. Just because I don't mind watching kids. I think they are great. That doesn't mean I want any of my own. Never have, never will."

I could feel Westley's intensity the most.

Gabriel noticeably chuckles. Edgar rests his elbows on the table, smirking at me. He replied, "I'm sure my brother here is going to have to disagree with you on that. He's always wanted kids."

This fueled my anger towards the whole situation.

"Well, that must suck for him. I don't nor will I ever. Maybe he should just find someone else to fulfill his desires." That is what I replied.

Gabriel chimes in. "You know, being his subordinate, you don't have much choice. He would only ever be able to have offspring with his mate" He was in the same position, staring at me.
I mentally roll my eyes. Excuse me. I don't have a choice. I'm starting to not like either one of them. Despite my best efforts to respond
I scoffed. I picked up my fork again, trying to withdraw attention from me.

"It's my body. My choice. Let's change the subject." I say snapping

This statement made Westley upset; he roughly grabbed my elbow, yanking it closer to him. His eyes are golden. "I own you. Your mind, body, and soul. Your body was made for me. I will do with it whatever I want."