Puppies and Promises

Chapter 11: Tick, Tick, Tick--Wolves!

Chapter 11: Tick, Tick, Tick—Wolves!

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Damn, that bed looked good, lumps and all. I was dead on my feet, and when I flopped onto the mattress, I was out for the count. These eyelids didn't open wide 'til way past noon.

After cleanin' myself up and eating a bite or two, I hurried over to the apartment, anxious to see my sweetie again.

As soon as I hopped outta the Rabbit, that sickening stench hit me full force. No mistaking that nostril-burning odor—a vampire, and one in particular—that filthy Cullen. Words accompanied the stink. What was that miserable leech doing here? He obviously didn't care that he was setting his sparkly, white foot on Quileute territory, and was about to pay the price.

I could hear the howls of the pack over the din taking place inside the apartment. He and Bella were verbally dukking it out. I burst through the back door, eager to contribute my own two cents ... more than likely, a thousand bucks worth.

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It was such a gloomy day out, a great day to curl up with a good book, or a cute wolf boy. Then I thought, it was also a good day for ducks and worms ... and vampires. I shuddered to think about that, but unfortunately, the thought presented itself in my late husband, alias Edward, the callous, and clueless bloodsucker as Jacob would say. He was banging on my front door that very afternoon.

I stupidly opened the door, not checking first to see who it was on my threshold. I gasped at the sight of my ex-husband, never expecting him to be here in direct defiance of the treaty. Once, his perfect features enchanted me, although at this moment the fact that he was so faultlessly beautiful, somehow was irritating clear to my core.

Now what? For someone who was supposedly possessed of great wisdom, he was horribly ignorant of the affairs of the heart. Didn't he understand that we were through ... that I wanted nothing more to do with him? My love for him died the day he took away our child and burned her up like a worthless piece of trash.

He walked into the room, with no invitation, pushing me aside. Immediately, I stiffened, ready to do battle with the imbecile. "What do you want, Edward?" I practically screeched at him.

"I want you to come home."

"I am home."

He scowled, glancing around the room. "You call this home; this small ... cubicle? It's not worthy of you. How could you give up the comforts of our residence to live like this ... in dog town? And you had better believe I can smell the stinking mongrel in every inch of this place."

I jutted my chin out belligerently. "That's right. I love Jacob, and I've chosen him. I just wish I had done it before I foolishly locked the shackles joining us together. So, as you can see, you're wasting your breath. We. Are. No. Longer. Married. Can you get that through your thick head?"

"No, I won't accept that. This is not you talking."

"Edward, I'm tired of this insane argument. It goes nowhere, just round and round in circles. Please leave me alone," I shouted.

"I said you are coming with me."

I couldn't believe it; he actually grabbed my arms, as I screamed, "Get your hands off of me." At that moment, I heard the back door burst open, and all at once, Jacob was standing there, muscles steeled, ready to pounce.

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Sailing into the front room, a growl erupted from my chest, my body beginning to quiver.