A Little Left to Give (Forgotten Series #8)

Chapter Nine

If I hadn't been filled with anxiety and in pain, I would have absolutely laughed at how terrified Ezekiel was at the crying females surged towards him. He looked ready to bolt. As it was his hands and arms tightened around me as he started speed walking towards the gross looking dive bar. I didn't know why he didn't expect that reaction, we had been kept isolated, trapped, escaping and going to the hunters was a pipe dream. Which he had literally just made reality.

I could hear Hilla's exasperated voice as she tried to get the others to follow along as some wailed and the rest cried. I got the feeling, I did. I felt relieved that Ezekiel was, in fact, helping us and not leading us to our deaths somewhere. I had been wary and concerned about it. It had been hard to trust the cold and feral male he was now. Although I doubted that now because as I glanced up at him, that wide eyed look that said 'oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Get me out of here!' really did a number on that menacing aura he usually put out.

A wave of pain rolled across my back and belly and I hissed out a breath. I didn't like this. The cramps were getting worse and something in the back of my mind told me I was going to have this fucking baby and I was in labour but I didn't want that. At all. I pushed it all off as I breathed through the squeezing pain before it let up.

Ezekiel carried me into the bar and all eyes were on us as he carried me straight to the nearest table and hooked his foot on one of the chair legs, yanking it out as he set me down. The moment he did, most of the other females stumbled inside. Their crying and wailing was not helping how I was feeling at the moment. His eyes went wide and I could almost see him wanting to bolt as some grabbed onto him, hugging him with teary thanks, or in some cases wailing it out.

His arms went up so he wouldn't touch them as he tried to stumble away. It wasn't working. They were still actively hugging him or trying to, teary eyes and a few with snotty noses as well. I actually did give a snort of laughter at that. He had brought it on himself bringing us all to the hunters. Most of the females would be thankful to him for the rest of their lives. A lot of them could go home, get help, or learn about the fate of their families and packs.

"Can you guys give him a break?" Hilla pushed another female into the bar as the door closed and she marched over to try and help Ezekiel by pulling the females off him. "Stop pawing at him!" Hilla shoved through the group to get to him and I snorted in amusement again before wiping at my forehead with the back of my hand. I felt sticky and sweaty. The sweat made my skin itch. I didn't like it, I didn't like feeling like this.

"What the fuck is going on?" The bartender's voice boomed out over the crowd but it was barely loud enough to get over the wailing, crying, and full on sobbing, that the eighteen females were doing.

"Can you stop?" Hilla grabbed Judy around the waist and lifted her up, trying to get her to let go of Ezekiel, who was almost pinned in a corner. The poor male looked terrified as he gently tried to get them to stop touching him. "Just sit down!" She deposited Judy into a chair and the female buried her face in her hands and sobbed hard, her shoulders shaking.

"I asked a fucking question! What the fuck is going on?" The bartender started to come around the bar and I saw other patrons stand up. I did as well, right before another vicious cramp had me bending over, my hands slapping the top of the table. The pain had me breathing hard and I bared my teeth.

"Enough!" I gritted it out but knew I needed to get loud. "Enough!" I was even surprised at how loud it was and everyone stopped. I was taking in deep gulps of air as I grabbed my belly. Fuck did that hurt. I couldn't be in labour. There was no way I was in labour. I wasn't accepting that as an answer at the moment. "Brandt." I said his name on a hiss and watched as some of the other females flinched. "Antone."