Not Too Fat

Chapter 8

Jane:

"Jane," a voice said, gently shaking me.
"5 minutes," I mumbled. I was being shaken more. "Mom, leave me alone. Let me sleep." I heard a sniffle and I opened my eyes to see Dylan. I sat up.
"What's going on? Where am I?" I asked. Dylan put a hand on my shoulder.
"You're at my pack house remember?" He asked. I nodded my head. I'm his mate. He's a werewolf. What will my mom say about this? Wait.
"My mom," I whispered. I remembered the call I got last night. "Sh-she's dead." I felt the tears coming again.
"I'm sorry. I really am," Dylan said, pulling me into a hug. "You can just live here. We can get your stuff from your house. No problem." I cried into his shoulders and shook my head no. "Why not?"
"M-Mike. He has l-legal custody over me n-now." I cried even harder. Dylan growled.
"No. He is not going to have you. I don't care what anyone says. You are mine and you are staying with me," he said.
"H-how are you going t-to pull that off?" I asked.
"I'll figure something out." Dylan kissed my head. "Let's go downstairs." He got up and pulled me up with him.
"I don't want to. Just let me grieve. Please," I said. Dylan gave me a look before shaking his head.
"Nope. I can't have my mate sitting around grieving. I know she just died but I don't want to see you like this. The pack can help. Please," he said. I sighed.
"If it's important to you," I said. He smiled and pulled me downstairs. We ran into Janson and Marcy.
"What's wrong?" Marcy asked. I shook my head.
"Nothing," I lied. Dylan nudged me.
"As a Luna, you are not supposed to lie to your pack. Especially not when you aren't okay," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"My mom died. In a car accident. Dylan won't leave me alone so I can grieve," I told Marcy. Janson glared at Dylan. Marcy slapped his shoulder.
"Dude, her mom just died," Janson said. "Let her grieve. We can't have the Luna up and about when she's sad like that."
"Sorry to say this alpha, but you're an idiot! Let her grieve! She was her mother! How would you feel?" Marcy said. Dylan had a frown on his face.
"Fine. I'll let her grieve. Marcy go with her," Dylan instructed. Marcy grabbed my arm and gave me a sad smile. We started walking up the stairs.
"I'm sorry about your mom. I'm sure she was a great woman," Marcy said. I just nodded as the tears started falling.

Dylan:

"Her mom just died and you tried to make her forget about it or something?" Janson asked. I shrugged.
"I'm sorry but I can't stand seeing her like that. You know what I mean. It's just so freakin painful seeing your mate in pain. Especially when we can't do anything about it," I said. Janson nodded.
"But still. You could have left her in the room by herself," he said.
"You're right. Now let's go see what the technerds have on Mike," I said. I needed to know every bit of information on him. We walked to the room and saw files everywhere. The printer was printing out more papers and Henry was typing away.
"Yes alpha?" He asked, without looking up from the screen.
"Information," I said. He finished his sentence then rolled his chair to the printer. He grabbed the paper and handed to me. I scanned over the paper. "Jane's mother pressed charges on Mike beating Jane. He was arrested and put into jail for several years. He can't have custody of Jane whatsoever!"
"That's good news right?" Janson asked.
"It's freaking amazing news!" I yelled. "I have to tell Jane." I ran out the room and into my room.
"Jane I-"
"Shh!" Marcy said. Jane was asleep. Her tear stained face was as beautiful as ever.
"Sorry," I said. "I just have some really good news."
"What is it?" Marcy whispered, walking towards me. She pushed me out of the door. She quietly shut the door.
"Mike can't have custody over her!" I said.
"That's awesome! If I ever see that bastard I swear I'll kill him," Marcy growled.
"She told you?" I asked.
"Oh yes. I can't believe her own father would rape her. That's disgusting," she said. Wait rape?
"He fucking raped her?" I growled. Axel was trying to take control.
"Sh-she didn't tell you?" Marcy asked, backing away.
"No."
Janson came around the corner and pulled Marcy behind him. He put up his hand.
"Dylan. Stop. Get control of yourself," Janson said. I let out a low growl.
"He raped her. I'm sure as hell about to kill him." Axel was in control now.
"Axel, no," Janson said.
"No? Did you just tell your alpha no?" Axel asked.
"You can't. Jane might be mad at you for doing it," he said. Janson didn't back away. He knew that would only make me want to attack him more.
"Jane wouldn't care. That fucking piece of shit raped and beat her. I'm going to kill him. Get out of my way," Axel said. Janson shook his head. "Get out of my way!" Axel's alpha voice slipped through. Janson showed his neck in submission and moved. Axel grunted and moved past them. Everyone we passed showed their neck. Except my father.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Get out of my way," Axel growled.
"No. Dylan you get control right now," my father growled back.
"I said get out of my way!" My voice was echoing off the walls.
"What the hell is going on?" My mom asked.
"Nothing. Go back to your room," Axel replied, his alpha voice coming through again. My mom just laughed.
"You did not just use your alpha voice on me," she said, her voice firm. Axel backed up a bit. I tried to get control back.
"I did. Now move. That bastard will get what's coming to him," Axel growled. My mom put her hands on her hips.
"No. Give me my son back. Now Axel," she growled.
"You don't boss me around. I'm your alpha," Axel said.
"Now Axel," she growled again.
"No, Emma," he said. That just about did it. My mom lunged at him. She grabbed his ear and pulled him into a room.
"Axel you give me my fucking son back!" She yelled, her voice full of power. Axel obeyed and gave me control back.
"Mom. Let go," I whined.
"Oh I'm sorry dear." She let go of my ear and patted the side of my head.
"What the hell was all that about?" My dad asked.
"We just found out that Jane's father raped her too. So Axel got more pissed and was out for blood. Preferably Mike's blood," I explained. My dad just nodded his head.
"Well maybe we should just kill him. I mean we don't want Jane to leave," my mom said. I shook my head.
"Mike can't have custody of her anyway," I said. "Wait how do you know about her mom?" She smiled.
"I'm your mother. I know everything. Also Janson can sing like a canary," she said, chuckling.
"Now I see where I get it from," I said. She scoffed.
"Get what from?"
"My threatening skills," I said. My mom gave me a smirk.
"What did you get from your father?" She asked.
"He got the good looks," my dad said. Me and my mother just laughed.
"I am a lady killer," I said, with a wink.
"But you have a mate now," Mom said.
"I know. I was a lady killer."
"Speaking of mates and lady killer, Chloe won't talk unless you're there," my dad said. I growled.
"I am not her fucking mate," I said. My mom put a hand on my shoulder.
"I know sweetie." I growled and walked out of the room. I walked down into the cellar.
"I knew you would come back for me," Chloe said, her voice dry and rough.
"I only need information from you," I said.
"How's that fat bitch doing? You know since her whore of a mother died?" Chloe asked, with a smile on her face.
"Don't talk about her like that. How do you about that anyway?" I asked. She shrugged.
"My pack did as I told them to do. Only they made it seem like an accident," Chloe said. An evil smile spread across her face. Her yellow teeth showing.
"You fucking bitch," I said, as I slammed my fist hard into her face. Chloe spit up blood. She smiled, blood in her teeth.
"Once she leaves, you're all mine." I was shaking with rage now. She caused my mate pain. Now she was going to feel it. I slammed my fist into her face again. And again. And again. All I saw was red.