Cold Hearted Bitch (Bunch of Bitches book 3)

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19. Zeke

Breakfast is a little tense. I'm not sure what the cause is, but both my parents and Ellie seem to be in bad mood. I quickly finish eating my food and head out the house. I send a text to Amethyst to let her know where I'm going. I walk all the way to sub house. Clara opens the door and frowns at me.

"We needed you yesterday, Zeke," she says. "We lost three she-wolves because you didn't show up! I thought that we could depend on you, but you're so damn unreliable."

I frown at her words. My wolf doesn't like it, and I can feel him raising his hackles. I'm not used to my wolf becoming aggressive. I feel him stirring within me.

"Y-you don't have to speak to m-me like that," I say.

"I didn't give permission to speak, Omega."

"I don't need your p-permission."

"And if I tell the Alpha about your insubordination?"

To say that my heart doesn't stutter in fear at her words would be lie, but then I remember that my mate is stronger than Alpha Carter. It doesn't make my fear go away but it does lessen it by a lot.

"And i-if I tell my mate about you turning me in to Alpha. I d-don't think she'll let you live." I'm only stating a fact, but it feels like I'm threatening her, and it's an uncomfortable feeling.

"Are you threatening me?" I shake my head. "Wow, ever since that bitch has come in your life, you have become a wolf I don't even recognize."

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I-if you c-can't talk to me without b-being mean, you shouldn't talk to m-me at all."

Because one day she'll slip up in front of Amethyst, and Amethyst won't hesitate to put Clara in her place. There's also a part of me that is tired of how she treats me. Have I become spoiled from the three days alone with my mate? But I don't think I'm making a ridiculous request.

"Fuck you, Zeke. You're lucky that these she-wolves need you or I wouldn't put up with your shit."

I walk into the sub house without saying another word. There's a lot of seriously injured she-wolves. I heal the worst of their injuries and end up spending the entire morning healing them. I try not to rest too much between each healing.

I wake up in my recovery room. The experience of the she-wolf I just healed hovers in my mind. I feel scared. It's been a while since I've come and healed anyone all by myself.

Usually, I come with Amethyst or Tyler. Their presence always comforted me as I tried to get my emotions under control. I think I might've gone overboard with my healings. Only allowing a small break between each healing is taking a toll on me.

Right now, I feel so alone. My heart pounds as I lie in bed. I stare at the door, sure that someone will burst in and attack me. I try to clear my head. I'm being irrational. All I need to do is wait it out and I'll be fine. I'm safe here. Nothing going to happen to me.

However, that does nothing to calm me. My body breaks out in cold sweat as the feeling of the walls closing in on me gets stronger. I need to get out of here. Just then, my phone rings. I answer it without checking to see who it is.

"Hello," I croak.

"Mate, what happened? Have you been crying," Amethyst asks. I touch my face and feel that is it wet. "Who do I need to kill?"

"N-nobody. I h-healed t-t-too much."

"Are you at the sub house?" I nod my head but then realize she can't see that.


"I'm coming to you."

"T-thank you. C-could you k-keep talking f-for a little b-bit?"

Clara bursts into my room. She looks at me with annoyance.

"Hurry up, Omega," she says. "These she-wolves aren't going heal themselves."

"Mate," Amethyst warns.

"Get off the fucking phone already."

Clara grabs my phone from my hand and hangs up in Amethyst's face. I stare at her in horror. Amethyst is going to kill her. I try to take my phone back from her, but she keeps it out of my reach.

"G-give me back my phone," I tell her. "Or y-you'll regret it." She shoves me back.

"I'm not scared of you."

I say nothing as I clench my fists. I don't know what I expected to happen. I can't force her to listen to me and I don't want to. I don't know why I thought I could change anything.

"I-I w-won't heal anyone until I have my p-phone," I say. That phone is gift that Amethyst gave me. I don’t care if I have to be petty. I want it back.

She huffs and rolls her eyes before throwing my phone at me. I catch it and place it in my pocket. I'm quiet as walk to the next she-wolves that need to be healed. For the last two she-wolves, I also only take away their major injuries. I'm already pushing it with all the healing I've done to today. I don't want to push myself over the edge.

It's kind of funny how I heal less but I'm more affected by my healings now. It could be the fact I'm happy now. I think it was easier to take the pain of others when I was miserable.

The mate bond alerts me to Amethyst's presence. I should probably do something before she kills Clara. My eyes start to droop close. I force them open and drag myself from the she-wolf I healed. I limp out and see Amethyst holding Clara in the air by her neck.

"D-don't kill her," I say. Amethyst turns her head towards me and tosses Clara off to the side as she makes her way to me. She picks me up and takes me to my recovery room before placing me down on the bed. Her jaw clenches as she sits in the chair next to the bed.

"Rest," she says.

"Don't kill anyone." She smiles at me.

"I won't kill anyone." She grabs my hand and runs her thumbs along my knuckles. "Now go to sleep."

Feeling reassured and safe, I fall asleep.


I wake up feeling refreshed. Amethyst is still holding my hand. I check my watch and see that I've been asleep for two hours. I stare into the icy blue eyes of my mate. She's angry. I see it in her face and feel through the bond.

I'm not sure what she's angry about. I know messed up in so many ways. She could be angry about all them. I want to apologize, but she hasn't asked for an apology so I can't say anything. I sit silently.

"I love you," she says suddenly.

"Huh," I respond, dumbly. She smiles at me as she releases my hand.

"Just wanted to remind you." She climbs onto the bed and crawls over me. She gazes down at me as her legs straddle my hips. Her arms rest on either side of my head. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine." Her eyes searches mine, leaving me feel like she's peering into my soul.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" I shake my head. Her head lowers, and she brings her lips to mine. "Is this fine?" I nod. Her lips return to mine. I place my hands on her waist and pull her to me. Her hands run underneath my shirt. I break our kiss as she moves to pull my shirt off.

"T-there are people nearby," I protest. She smiles against my lips.

"Then we should try to be quiet." She looks me in the eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"



My face is red as I sit in Amethyst's car. I know I agreed to it but I can't believe we did it in the sub house. I stare at my mate as she enters the car with a smug smile on her face. I duck my face into my hands. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worth the embarrassment.

"That bitch shouldn't give you any more problems," Amethyst says. I glance over at her as she starts the car. That's when I realize I didn't see Clara as we left. I wasn't really trying to look at anyone as we did because of my embarrassment. Did she kill her while I was resting? "I didn't kill her."

"I'm just surprised that you listened to me," I tell her honestly.

"To be honest, if you ask me to do something, there's 99 percent chance that I would do it. The exceptions being anything that involves harm to your wellbeing and things that go against my personal convictions."

"So I can basically ask you to do anything." She nods. A part of me still doesn't believe her. The only thing I can do is see if she really means it. "Can we go to your home? Your original one?"

"Right now?"


"Okay." Oh, that was easy.


We stand in our spot. I watch as Amethyst's appearance change. Her hair turns white and white wings unfold at her back. She looks like an angel. I don't think this is the first time I've seen her like this. I think back to the first day of my heat. I can't but feel confused.

"This is our hybrid form," Amethyst says answering my unspoken question. Her frosty eyes meet mine.

"Our," I ask at her strange wording. Her voice sounds different, but familiar. It has a subtle harmonic quality to it, as if two people are talking at the same time.

"Just as your wolf is a part of you but has its feelings and reaction, I am a part of Amamethysta."

"You're her phoenix?" I frown and stare at the ground. She places her fingers under my chin and tilts my head up.

"We are not strangers, Zeke."

I blush at the sound of my name on her lips. She only uses my name while we're mating. I guess I've gotten used to her only using it then. She said that she wouldn't use my name, only having two exceptions.

I pause and think on it. But isn't that only the case for Amethyst? Is it different for her phoenix? How different are Amethyst and her phoenix? If she and Amethyst are different, does she have her own name? I want to ask but I find her intimidating. She seems almost regal in how she holds herself.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

"D-do you h-have a name?"

"Azula." She cocks her head. "You act so shyly now but you had no problem nibbling my ear and kissing my jaw last time I came out." I blush as I recall the moment she's talking about.

"You threatened to drop me."

"I did not threaten you. I was merely informing you of what would happen if you didn't stop. You have no idea the effect you have on us."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm glad you see the errors of your ways." She releases my chin and wraps her arms around me. "Wrap your arms and legs around me."

I do as she says, and she takes off into the air. Without my heat to distract me, the flight is as terrifying as the first time riding on top her even with her dominance keeping me calm. I keep my eyes shut as she flies. It feels like forever before she lands. I'm thankful as my feet touch the ground.

Azula grabs my hand and leads me into her home. I love coming here. It's like I'm in a fantasy movie. Everything here is ice-themed or maybe everything is made of ice. I never checked. She leads me to what I think is the living room. We sit down on big fluffy white couch. I glance at her face.

"You worry too much," she says as she pulls my head onto her lap. She runs her fingers through my hair. "Relax."

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