Page 76 of Broken Wolf

“I wouldn’t be shocked that there isn’t some sort of supe vasectomy, but I’m rich, and I think I’m going to fund that research. You boys deal with that instead of us suffering every damn month. I was uncontrollably vomiting and thought I was practically dying during my first dose of the birth control. It’s horrible.

“If you ever doubt that or have questions, I will gladly kick you in the stomach every time I see you. And before some of you say I’m exaggerating or overreacting—I’m not. I have been kicked in the stomach. It absolutely feels like that even when I do hydrate and all of the warnings to behave before our periods.

“All of my Alphas will get those period pain simulators and learn how to use them before putting them on every male in the pack. I’ve used them, and I can tell you that the highest level is not high enough for the cramps and pain I experience now on the supe birth control. I suggest the other Alphas we have alliances with who use our lands do the same. Strongly suggest.”

I went on for a bit more and outlined why they were stupid men but mostly just wrapped up.

“Oh, and I suggest those who had the problem or didn’t handle it appropriately by backing up the young women of my pack make sure to apologize. Soon.” I walked over to the board and smacked it for the last time. “Take this to heart, or I will kick your asses all over my lands. Good talk.”

Everyone there died when I was done and I simply shrugged. I had no patience for idiots.

It did lead to a conversation about having some fancier porta potties brought out to the pack lands and look into maybe putting in some bathrooms like the park districts had. Not just for that but… Life.

And then the men could handle disposal if they were going to be such babies.

They edited the video and put it all together while we had dinner and I kept working. They did a great job, and I approved the final version to go out.

I should have been shocked by the call I received the next morning but honestly, with the boys club of the FBI, I really wasn’t.

I was just annoyed.

“Hold on one second,” I told the asshole and put him on hold before he could even respond. I called the HR manager I’d talked to in DC who’d made it clear that she wanted me to involve her after my issues with the boys club that had happened with Brian’s promotion. She was dedicated to working up the chain and getting rid of that toxic shit.

Yes. Please.

Luckily, she was able to take my call, and I filled her in before warning her I was adding Galvin. She chuckled and told me to go right ahead.

I was fairly shocked Galvin could take my call, but it was probably just a good time between meetings. I thanked him and warned him there were others on the line before bringing all the calls back together.

“Okay, so now that I’ve looped in a few people about this topic, could you repeat what you just lectured me about?” I drawled.

“You didn’t say you were putting me on hold to—this isn’t something you needed to bother others for and—”

My eye started twitching. “Oh no, you don’t get to call and lecture me on something that’s none of your business and certainly not your place and now try to turn it around that I’m the problem when I’m calling you on it. You have no reason to directly contact me given your role, and I’m very certain you have no standing to reprimand me for anything. Ever.

“And certainly not about what I do in my private time or how I educate my pack. That was a video on a supe channel for supes. The fact you gossips already all know about it and have passed it around and you immediately call me to lecture me that the FBI has a problem with me publicly speaking about my damn period is an issue.

“I’m sorry you and whomever else you speak for—and I’m damn sure you shouldn’t be speaking for the whole FBI or as their mouthpiece—are offended that I talked about tampons and my damn flow. But I would like to say the same thing I did in the video. You need to grow up. Seriously, you are too old to be this big of a baby and really act this inappropriately.

“On top of that, I have spent my entire career hearing too much information of men. I know more about Viagra and the side effects than I ever should and not be a medical professional. How do I know this? I work for the FBI, and apparently men can say whatever they want in the office, but I need to be censored on my personal time.

“One of my instructors at Quantico was bitching about it and how his wife got tired of his boner, the stuff worked so well. And when I told him that I didn’t think that was an appropriate conversation topic given the time and place, he told me to take my Midol and not be such a sensitive baby. So we can talk about my period in the FBI if it’s to mock me.

“But education and putting fools in their place? Oh, hell no, right? That’s not allowed. I can name five people who have trouble getting it up because of their blood pressure medication, talking about it in meetings like nothing. That’s fine but not my menstruation? On my personal time. Are you having a laugh, or are you on medication that you don’t hear how ridiculous this is?”

“You’ve made your point, Thomas, but you don’t have to get hysterical about all of this and make a scene when you could have calmly said something,” he snapped.

“I’m not hysterical. I’m not even raising my voice. A woman isn’t hysterical because I call you on your crap which is why I brought witnesses because if I told you it was crap with just the two of us, you would have walked away and said I’m hysterical and a pain and a bitch like the others, and I’m over that. I don’t get paid enough to deal with this crap.

“And I just got a damn raise. I am annoyed. I’m up to my eyeballs in corruption here from a police department and two different courts around here. A doctor. A whole office of attorneys it seems. So I am busy doing my actual job, and you apparently think it’s your job to police my mouth about my damn body.

“Which it’s not. I’m sorry someone’s tighty whities got twisted because I told his wife or partner to leave his stupid ass if he doesn’t handle her menstruation better, but then be better and grow up. And does DC have nothing better to do or no crime to handle? We can send them work from Chicago if you guys are so bored you’re all sharing this video.

“Seriously, if you guys are that bored and not doing your jobs while I’m living in this office to upgrade it and handle all we have on our plates, I will gladly share. So I am annoyed that you have time to call me and bother me with this crap as well as think you have the right or authority to treat any woman in the FBI this way. Does that clear up my position on this?”

“Very well,” the HR manager cut in. “And you are correct that there is no reason for him to be contacting you given your roles. He certainly has no right to be speaking on behalf of the FBI, and he didn’t file anything through the appropriate channels. I believe it’s because he knew how it would be handled. It will be handled that way now. Correct, Director Galvin?”

“Yes, absolutely,” he said, his voice weird. “I will sign the formal write-up and whatever else you feel is best. I apologize, but I have to drop off the call for another meeting.”

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