Where He Belongs

~Forty-Six~

A/N: So here's ~Forty-Six~. A bit short, sorry. I'm busy packing for college. I go in 7 freaking days. OMG! I'm sure I'll be able to write there though. As long as the WIFIs good I should be able to update plenty. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy, my lovely cupcakes.

Peace Out, Girl Scouts

~Kate~

"Colton. Enough. Don't do this again."

I didn't look at him. I felt so sickened by our relationship. I hated him. But I loved him. "I'm sorry, Colton. Yesterday was unacceptable."

He couldn't even be bothered to pretend to care. I pulled the blanket under my chin, pulling my knees against my chest. "Colton-- Fine. I'll give you the day to cool off. But when I get home, you will talk to me. Especially if you want me to work with you in finding your son."

My chest tightened uncomfortably. How dare he. How dare he use my son against me? He was taking the one thing he knew I wanted more than anything else in the world, and forcing me to be okay with something that made me so sick I could honestly vomit off the side of the bed. "Think about it Colton. Besides, I apologized, didn't I?"

The door shut and I began to cry. I felt emotionally destroyed and I didn't know what else I could really do. I had to get Emory. I didn't have a choice. And if I left, I doubted I'd be able to do it myself. If there was one thing that Axel had made me realize it was the fact that I was nothing more than a weak omega. And maybe Emory would be better off here? Maybe Axel would make a far better father than he was a mate? And maybe fatherhood would benefit him. Maybe it would soften him up some? Make him a bit more sensitive and aware of those around him? Especially me?

Or maybe I was hoping too high.

I sat up with a sigh and cleared the tears from my eyes. I still  hurt some, even after two days, but it was getting better. Slowly but surely. And at least Axel hadn't touched me since. Maybe he was really sorry.

But at least I could be sure that no one was in as much hell as I currently was.

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Drew stared at his mates with a terror only a parent could muster.

He was going to die? And leave his poor pup--or rather pups--alone?! "Drew, honey, calm down. He's a disturbed pup, not some speaker of the future," chuckled Ayden. "Besides, I don't believe in all that. I hardly believe in the Moon Goddess."

"Ayden," snapped Hayden. "Stop it. She's listening. And Drew, I think he's right about the pup being disturbed. This whole thing is a lot for a kid. Hell, it's a lot for an adult. Just...don't read too much into what he says alright?"

"Sure," he agreed half-heartedly. He believed the child. Nothing would convince him otherwise. He'd seen such things before. They were the Elders of course: ancient werewolves who were the direct mouthpieces of the Goddess herself, but he never imagined a mere child to be graced with such a gift. Usually it was given to a great alpha. One who followed the laws and worshiped the Goddess purely. However, what was more pure than a child? "Is the fire going yet?"

The men smiled, happy to soothe their pregnant mate. They were already stressed enough by the alpha's words but they weren't about to let some pack take their pup. They'd sooner die. And if the true father tried to step up, they'd gladly fight him to the death. Nothing was important to them than the life and well-being of their pup and mate.