Mishaps and Wolves (OLD VERSION)

Chapter 22 - Revenge is Messy

Chapter 22 - Revenge is  Messy

Roman was enjoying this breakfast more than he should. Marissa kept squirming next to him and every time she did, that ridiculous excuse for a top kept flashing him. The view was making him squirm too and he had to do something to stop the wild thoughts running through his head. If he didn't control himself, the other shifters would get antsy too, smelling the pheromones that his body was producing at an alarmingly quick rate.

He looked at her again, knowing that his mate would be the death of him. He watched as she picked up another passing plate of beef bacon and placed a huge amount of it on her plate.

Where is she putting all that food? he wondered. She'd been piling up and cleaning off her plate like she was a shifter.

Are you sure she isn't a hybrid? His panther asked him.

A hybrid was a person who had shifter blood within them but it was locked and suppressed through a broken link to the magic that linked all magical beings together ad gave them the power to shift. The broken link blocked off access to the animal within, but there were always signs that the person was a hybrid.

No, I didn't see animal tattoo anywhere and she doesn't give off an animal scent, he told his panther. He looked her over again, And I think I would have spotted it by now.

She looked at him at that moment and there was a flash of anger mixed in with a bit of humour in her eyes, "What?"

"Where are you putting all that food?" He didn't know why he was ribbing her about how much she ate, but it was too late to take back the question now.

Anger flashed wild in her eyes, "It's none of your damn business how much I eat, Roman."

He loved the way she said his name. "Why, storing it up for the winter?" He saw the anger in her eyes and heard the slightest growl which sounded like music to his ears.

She's finally letting the animal side of her take over, his panther purred in appreciation.

If she keeps going like this, she may just want to stay after all, he thought back.

Smiling at her made her angrier and she looked back to her food, stabbing the pancakes in front of her with her fork hard enough that he almost winced at the fork scratching at the plate. She was angry with him now, but she'd soon get over it, he hoped.

Looking away from her, he looked across the table at Randy who was still laughing as he ate and chatted with the other shifters at their table. Everyone was eating, free of the knowledge that amongst them sat a traitor that sought to destroy the family and home that they had spent decades forging and strengthening.

He let out an aggrieved sigh, thinking on the best way to tell them, or at least find the traitor and kill them before his beloved pack ever knew the darkness that had infected one of their own. Looking down at his plate, he lost his appetite, a rare moment for any shifter. That alone told him that something was wrong.

He leaned over to Marissa, "I'm going to head back to my office and check a few things over. Make your way there when you're done."

She looked up angrily at him, "You can't control what I do."

"We've already had this discussion Marissa. Multiple times."

"Well, you should really know what you did wrong. Just go," she told him, turning away and back to her plate. He felt bad that he'd upset her but he had to seem tough and fair to his people, and make sure that she knew all sides of him if she was going to be staying with him. 

He pushed his chair back from the table and as he moved away, he found himself falling. With quick reflexes, he managed to catch himself by grabbing onto the edge of the table. It didn't help though because when he'd moved his chair back, Randy's chair had slammed him forward into the table, his face hitting plate before he had the chance to stop his movement.

Randy jumped from his chair, pulling Roman's chair in to the table and almost causing the same thing to happen to him. Luckily, he'd braced his arms against the table, so he didn't get a face full of food like Randy who was currently choking out the eggs that he'd inhaled and the chocolate sauce making bits of pancake and hash browns stick to his face.

When Roman tried to stand up, nothing happened and he thought that it was just their chairs that had been tied together. He looked over to Marissa, "Is that all you got?"

She just smiled, shrugged her shoulder slightly and went back to munching on a piece of beef bacon. He smiled at the idea that she'd played such a simple prank on him. But she'd only gotten Randy. He turned to head back to the kitchen to clear his plates away and then he felt it. His laces had not only been tied to his chair so that once he tried to walk, he and his chair would both take a tumble.

No. The table cloth had also been tied to the chair so that when his chair went back completely, the entire table cloth shifted and all the plates moved and spilled against the people on the same side of the table. On Randy's side, he tried to get up and they all found their chairs tied to their feet and to each other by their laces and shredded pieces of napkins. They all fell.

When Roman finally managed to get up off the ground and flick the hash brown that had fallen onto his shirt away, Marissa was sitting calmly at the table with her plate in her hands and not a single bit of food on her.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a wide grin failing to keep off her lips. She held up her plate to him in a salute, "I am really loving these scrambled eggs. What about you?"

He couldn't take it anymore. He burst out laughing, feeling the sick weight of the secret lift of his shoulder for a few moments as his stomach clenched with the amount he was laughing as everyone else joined too and began picking themselves off the ground. From underneath the table, between him and Marissa, three children ran out with food in their hands, on their faces or in their mouths as they ran to escape the mess that they'd created. Now he knew where all that food had been disappearing to.

"Good one, Mer," he smiled back at her.

She just smiled at him, batting her lashes back at him, "I have no idea what you're talking about Roman."

He just smiled, untied his feet and got up to help clean up the mess.