FAT - Fabulous and Thick

CH # 10

Chapter 10:

I awoke in bed the next morning. My stomach was acting nicely, but I knew it wouldn't really last. It never really does. After all; all good things must come to an end.

Diamond and I were about to go to work. But Nex stopped Diamond and he pulled her to the dining room table. He had his laptop out and a thumb scanner. "I just wanna put you into the home security system. I don't want anything happening to my girls." My Nex was a sweetheart, though don't tell him I told you. "If you scan your thumb side ways, it would automatically alert me of a problem that you will be having. So only use that when you really need me baby. Okay sweetie?"

She nodded. "How quickly would you be able to get back?" She was gonna start babbling on. She was scared of her step-brother. Something just wasn't right with him though.

He vanished. Then we heard a slight noise in her room, then he appeared once more with her favourite scrunchy on his wrist for her. "For you, my newest daughter." He said in a cheesy manner as he bowed rather charmingly and he gave her the scrunchy.

She laughed and launched herself at him. Darren growled a little bit, getting a little bit possessive. I flicked his ear and told him to look at them properly. He saw the same thing I did, and I know when he did, because his possessive streak settled a little bit. He saw that Nex only held her around her shoulders, his hands never strayed inappropriately, and Nex held her a as father would hold his daughter. He already loved her as much as I did. When we left. Diamond had the honours of unlocking our front door.

She laughed happily, but that was short lived. When we were finishing up breakfast for the pack house, Di's step-mother walked up to me and slapped me fare in the face. "You just ruined my marriage you nothing of a whore!"

I looked back at her, my darkness awakened and I felt my eyes shift colour. We all heard a grotesque crunch followed closely by her screams. The pack had gathered around us. They started when word got around that the whore wanted blood.

"Who you calling a whore? Me? Look in a fucking mirror! You couldn't keep your fucking legs shut! So you got knocked up by your husbands best friend! You calling me a slut?! I only sleep with one man! The man who got me pregnant! The man who has my virginity! The man whose children I care for as if they were my own! My mate is DEATH! And bitch! I am THE Death Wolf! Have a go at me and I would kill you with just a thought. So go ahead big woman! Try and take me on! See where it gets you!" My voice had gone creepy low. So much so many shuddered in, not revulsion, but in fear.

I watched her and she stepped back. "Your such a well trained whore! You try to make yourself look better than everyone else, and yet when someone is stronger than you, you walk away with a shit ass excuse like, 'I have an appointment at the nail salon'." I scoffed. Then gagged, I smelt this weird smell. Meat going spoilt, soil and lavender. But with a very faint undertone of creamy vanilla.

The whore walked away, cradling her hand gently to her chest.

My mind was on the scents. I always would smell one of three things. Cream. Milk-lollies. Or spoiled meat in varying degrees. These scents being undertoning their physical scents.

When I stood,finishing up cooking in the kitchen, Marizol, a feisty little Mexican woman mated to one of my step-sons walked in, her one year old daughter, Maria, on her hip. I gave Maria a cookie. I asked Marizol, "Could I try something?" I walked to her when she nodded. I got down on my knees and I sniffed her lower stomach.

"Don't get too close to my cooch!" She said turning red.

"I already know you were with your mate sometime either this morning or late last night." She blushed a brighter red. I sniffed around her upper belly, and I smelt a strawberry milk-lolly. I sniffed closer to her cooch and smelt choclate ice-cream.