From my tumblr: buryallyourbones.
Y/N, just a few mere minutes of being an eighteen year old has been taken to a new pack and is now starting a new life mated to the Beta of the pack instead of the Alpha. She just wants to be with the one meant for...
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Grace stops, an eyebrow raised as she looks to Ryan who is setting his things down on the kitchen table. Removing the walkie talkies on his body from his clothes. She can feel the anger pour through her as he doesn't even acknowledge that she is now waiting patiently on him to stop his talking.
It's when he looks up and sees his mate staring at him and it's then he realizes that he should have just shut up. Ryan heads to the living room, Grace hot on his tail as she still says nothing and is still trying to gather the information just poured out. It's as soon as he finds his seat that she speaks up. Still completely irked.
"You did what!?"
Grace yells. Her face is a shade of red and for a minute, Ryan thinks she might just pop a blood vessel alone from the way she is seething anger. The way she is pacing is like one where the animal attacks it's prey. In a sense, Ryan is her prey. For that, he is a little scared.
Ryan shifts in his seat on the couch remembering the last time he made his mate this angry, "I allowed Salem to be picked."
Grace shakes her head, "My Goddess."
She's not even looking at him, but walking in circles in the pacing mode. A sour look on her face. Her mind still processing everything in some sense but grasping the reality as it replays in her head again. As everything Ryan had spoken with such annoyance to happen is replayed. Over and over again in her mind.
"Do you not realize what you've done!?"
Grace paces the floor twice as fast now. No longer doing circles but walking in a line across the living took before stopping and doing it all over again. Her hands rest at her hips. Her eyes anywhere but on her mate. A hand is at her mouth as she thinks before it drops. The same hand goes to her head trying to wrap around the fact of Ryan doing this.
"You basically set Chris up!"
She growls. Her finger finds it's place at her mouth like she's telling someone to be quiet before she is pointing it in the air and waving it like she is going insane. She just can't grasp this whole thing. She should. It happened. It's clear. She just can't seem to believe it.
"Oh my goddess Ryan!"
Grace can practically feel her inner wolf ready to snap, "You did this to Y/N."
Her nails aching to descend from her fingers. The hairs on her neck are standing up. She can feel the slight tingle. The inner desire to pounce on her mate like a prey in the wild. She can see red. She can taste it.
She snarls, "That poor women is due to bust any day now with their pup and she is gonna be in tears over this. Devastated."
Her face softens as she thinks about Y/N. Her sweet friend who had just months ago found out she was with pup. Who had went from terrified and alone to finally feeling like she found her place. She grew close to the she only for this to happen to her. It breaks her heart.
