His Touch- Mated to the Alpha's Son

15: Pile of Ashes

I rummaged through the ash piles in the grass to see if I could salvage anything. It would be nice if I could find some picture frames to give my mom. I know it would make her very happy.

However I've been at this for almost two hours and it seems like everything has been burnt to a crisp. I groan in frustration and kick over a pile of chard wood. Bad mistake. A cloud of ash puffs up in the air and I begin having a coughing fit. 

The ash floats around my head for a minute or two before settling back on the ground. But by that time I can hardly breath with the amount of dust in my lungs. I jog a few steps away and fall onto the clean grass. I sigh when the air finally clears completely.

"What the hell was that?" someone says with a tone of amusement. I open my eyes to see Jordan standing above me. She crosses her arms. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from the ash?"

I quickly count on my fingers, "I think 9," I say flatly.

She laughs and helps me to my feet. "You're just lucky it was me who found you and not the boss." I tare off my gardening gloves that are now black with ash and toss them to the side.

"Yeah I guess so." It's true. If Cameron found me he would of flipped shit and probably lock me up in our room or something. 

"God, are you sure you're okay? Your face is almost black with all this crap," she says, dusting off my skin as best she could.

I nod. "Yeah I'm okay. Just terribly board. I mean, what does Cameron expect me to do when he's working 24/7 now?"

"Uh, how about take care of some pups?" she says like it's obvious and pats my stomach. I swat her hand away and turn away from her.

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious. That's what females do. We're baby makers. They expect us to spread our legs on command, cook their meals, and pop babies out like a shot gun." Jordan closes one eye and pretends to shoot me in the head. "That's all we're good for."

"What? I refuse to believe that. This is the 21st century after all. Woman deserve more respect," I say, becoming annoyed.

"Maybe in the real world," Jordan starts, "but we're wolves. And here in the wild, females are nothing more than male property. Objects of their desires."

"Well, how do you know?" I ask, now becoming a litle defensive.

"The status quo, baby," she says wih a shrug. 

"Well, have you ever asked-"

"Rob wants 5 kids, two pet bunnies, and ironically maybe even a cat. He wants me to make him waffles every morning after we are married because there his favorite breakfast food and he wants the person e loves the most to make them. Every summer he wants to bring the family to the lake house and secretly make love to me on the beach at night. When our kids move out he wants to move into the beach house and live the rest of his life their with his mate." She finishes with a dramatic inale and exhale. 

I blink a few times, absorbing all of her words. "Okay..."

"Oh, and he never wants me to get a job, hobby, or have any friends."

"No friends? Are you sure he actually said that?"

"Well he just said not to get a job but the other two were definitly implied."

"Did you ever tell him what you wanted?"

"Yeah, but he just brushed it off his shoulders. He doesn't care about what I want because that's just how men are," she gives me a small smile and pats my shoulder, "But don't worry about me. You think I'll just sit back and take it?"