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Chapter Forty-Six ~ Stupid Wheelchair!


I slam my fists on the table, fuming at Odysseus.

"I want to go! I have to be there if this is going to work!" I yell at him. He was a fool for not understanding.

He leans back in his desk chair, narrowing his eyes at me, not happy I was disobeying his wishes.

"You are pregnant you can't go," Odysseus says, trying to give me reason as to why it wasn't safe.

"Rose is going! She's pregnant!" I yell at him, at this point I was completely outraged.

"Look you're not going," he sighs, tired of having this conversation with me. How did he think I felt?

Soren growls at him in my mind, we were all going to be dead if he didn't let me leave.

"Look, the humans are going to band together and kill us all off one by one. You can't just tell me I can't go in fear that I'll be in danger because sitting here and doing nothing is putting me in harms way. Do you think they're going to believe you? The king. I might be the kings mate but at least I came from a village, I can relate to them, talk them out of hitting my fathers pack... you just don't get it do you? You need me. If you don't believe me, then maybe in a few months you will when I'm laying on the ground in a pool of my own blood, dead!" I yell at him before storming out. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, I always felt so rebellious disobeying my mates direct wishes, especially when he was in the wrong.

He was probably going to scream at me for not sitting in the stupid wheelchair but it was hurting my bum, besides it's not good to be sitting down all of the time, regardless if your pregnant with twins or not.

This pregnancy was starting annoy me. I wasn't even allowed to fucking walk for fucks sake. I've gotten used to it, so it's not like I'm suddenly going to forget my weight and topple ass over head.

He was being over protective and for no reason.

I was going, whether he liked it or not...


"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Odysseus asks me as I pack my suitcase full of essentials. What did it look like I was doing?

"You're a big boy, I'm sure you can figure it out," I tell him causing him to let out a growl. He was becoming angered at my new profound dominance.

"Tatum, my wolf is going crazy," he starts to say.

"So?! I'm not staying! I'm not putting our lives at risk! I know what I'm doing and I'm not stupid, I'm not some fragile fucking tea cup! I'm a grown ass woman that's pregnant and I'm not going to sit here and care about what your wolf has to fucking say because without me there is no future for us! No future for our babies! You say you want us to be safe and happy but we can't, we can't be when, me staying here doesn't make sense, it doesn't help us. You need me and I know that somewhere in that tiny brain of yours that you know it's true... so stop. I'm going and that's fucking final," I tell him, fuck him. He doesn't even seem to be taking this situation seriously. What a bastard.

"Ok," he says, completely catching me off guard.

"What?" I ask, wanting to confirm what I had just heard come out of his dumb mouth.

"You can come... but, you will do exactly as I say," he growls, not leaving any room for negotiation.

I beam up at him, finally glad I've knocked some sense into his pea brain.

"Thank you," I say giving him my best smile.
"You won't regret it."

"I better not," he mumbles angrily to himself, not liking how happy and persistent I was with coming.

"You better finish packing. We leave in an hour..." he says staunching into the walk-in-wardrobe.
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