A Chosen Daughter

Chapter 33*E

Marie glances over her shoulder at their approach, before she turns to watch them with expectant eyes. Seeing their glum faces makes her smile brightly. Once they are close enough to see her expression clearly she pouts to hide her smile. The men scowl in response, not fooled in the slightest. "Arh! Don't feel bad ... she does this to them all!"
"Does what?" Arron asks
Marie waves her hand indicating them all "This" she states simply. Seeing their perplexed expressions she elaborates "It happens every time; her help is graciously accepted, but then her ways dismissed!"
"We did not dismiss her!" Matt angrily replies, Marie raises her brow.
"Really?!" The mens hard stares are their only reply. So she smiles "If that was so, this would not have happened!"
"Marie!" Arron starts "You know us, we would nev ..."
"As soon as she says she will go in alone her ways are dismissed! The Alphas and the men start beating their chests! Too slow?! In the way?! Oh no, not us! Not us, who wastes time on our pride and ego while women suffer great abuse!"

The men look to the ground ashamed.

"What can a small meek chosen daughter accomplish that the great strong Alphas and men can't?" Chris' lip raises in a silent snarl, Marie again raises her eyebrow to him
"Do not, not ever, refer to her like that again!" Marie looks at him shocked "Yes I want to be beside her in that camp, but not because, as you seem to think, that I doubt her abilities! But because she is my mate and I do not like the thought of her stood alone surrounded by rogues, out numbered! I do not like the thought of her facing any situation alone most especially one where she could be harmed!" Chris finishes heatedly.

Marie assesses him for a moment approval shining in her eyes "hmmm ... You know you may not be as awful as I originally thought!" With her chin she indicates where she had been positioned "You'll be able to see her in action from there!"

Slowly he approaches where she indicated, closely followed by the others. Kneeling down on one knee gives him the perfect viewing into a secluded clearing. His blood boils with rage as he witnesses the abuse being suffered below. That doubles when he sees her.