The Wayward Mate

Chapter Twelve.

“If you don’t attack me in the next five seconds I will break every bone in your body.” I hissed at the enforcer in front of me, the enforcer who had been refusing my direct orders for the past minute and I was getting so pissed.

“I will not hurt you luna.” He said defiantly, backing away.

Growling I lunged for him, knocking him over and straddling his waist as I punched him in the face. He growled in pain but didn’t attack me, instead I felt myself being lifted off him. My body instantly heated up and I growled in agitation as they rubbed my stomach and coddled me like a baby.

I was one month pregnant and already I was sick of their shit. I was ready to kill the next person who fussed over me and I was more than ready to leave since the enforcers refused to let me train them in my ‘fragile state’. I was pregnant, not dying.

I mean if I so much as sneezed every male in the vicinity started fussing over me. Granted wolf pregnancies only lasted six months and I was carrying twins but that didn’t mean I was helpless or incapable. I’m hardly even showing anyway! There’s only a small almost unnoticeable bump! Obviously I’m not going to get as big as a whale and I’m glad since it would limit movement in the fourth trimester.

Breaking their hold I spun around and ploughed my fist into Nick’s face. “If you keep touching me, coddling me or undermining my authority then I will leave and you can all die.” I threw my arms up in exasperation as Nick simply reset his nose with a hiss of pain.

“First of all, you are a pregnant female; that means that we are all protective of you, we would be even if you weren’t carrying the next generation of alphas, that means that we’d cut off our right arm than see you hurt in any way, least of all attack you. Second, we are your mates and mates touch each other. And thirdly, we are not trying to ‘coddle you’, we are trying to make life easier and safer for both you and the babies.” Nick stated, the rest of the men nodding.

As I was about to take another swing Hunter approached and held me back, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Woah slow down there tiger! No more breaking bones!”

Rolling my eyes I pushed his arm off him and turned to face him. “If they actually listened to me then I wouldn’t have to! I want to find weaknesses and correct them but no one will fight me!” I felt so sick of this caring bullshit. Alex and Nick had been acting the part of the doting mates, like nothing had happened and I wanted to pull my hair out in frustration. Marti was also pregnant and Matthias kept her by his side every moment of the day so I had no idea what Rieker was doing and the enforcers weren’t taking me seriously like they had at the start before I’d become pregnant. Before they saw me as more than a breeding machine, they saw me as a hunter who would kick their ass if they took one step out of line. To me it felt like Rieker would attack at any moment and I was always on high alert, I was constantly dodging talks with the women about baby related things, my mates were hounding me 24/7 and I felt ready to snap.

“Rory you are important to the continuation of the alpha blood line and the survival of the entire wolf species, obviously our men aren’t going to attack you.” Nick butted in before Hunter could add his two cents.

I balled my hands into fists as my nails broke skin. I ignored the coppery scent of blood, Nick didn’t and instead poked the bear, or wolf, by unfurling my hands and healing the crescent shaped marks with his saliva. I shoved him away with enough force to knock him on his ass and roared, like a lion.

Nothing I could do at that moment could express my rage, instead I ran in the direction of the lake I’d found on the run a few months back, before the hunters attacked and I was mated. I’m sick of this. They can go shove everything I’ve tried drilling into the minds up their asses and then die when they find that they’re unprepared. If I stay one more moment heads will roll and I will not be held responsible for my actions.