Page 5 of Plus-Size Pregnant Mate

I wanted to scream. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and smack him against the fridge. There were a lot of things I wanted to do.

So, I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on and threw the plate of pancakes to the right of me. Owen quickly ducked, the plate shattering against the fridge and the pancakes stuck to it.

He looked over his shoulder at it and then looked back at me. "Okay, I guess I deserved that. You're angry, and I understand."

I grabbed the vase next to me, throwing it. The glass shattered behind him as he quickly ducked out of the way again.

"Hey! Stop it," he said. "This isn't my place."

"You kidnapped me!" I yelled back, charging at him now. I slammed into him, slamming him hard against the fridge.

I pulled my hands up, beating onto his chest. And for a moment, he let him. He let me hit him. But it was only for a moment before he grabbed my hands, pulling them back.

"Ashley, stop."

In the past, I would have. I would have taken a moment to look at my behavior, but not this time. Not after everything that has happened between us and certainly not after he took me, god knows where.

I kicked him, and he growled. I watched as pain flickered across his face, and it gave me a little satisfaction. I kicked him again and again.

Owen moved, quickly spinning us, slamming me against the fridge. He pulled my hands above my head, pressing his body against mine. I couldn't move, let alone kick him.

"Stop," he said in a low growl. "Hurting me isn't going to change anything."

"No, but it makes me feel a hell of a lot better," I barked back.

His eyes softened, and I couldn't stand the look. I looked away, suddenly feeling my anger subside. Suffering filled the space as questions filled my head.

When the hell did my life becomes such a fucking mess? When did I go from having it all to getting the smallest crumbs of love? When did everything fall apart?

I knew the answer to that, and if I asked him, he would know it as well.

I feel tears build up. "Please let go," I ask softly.

He did, stepping back. He ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. "I made breakfast. Though, you threw most of it on the floor now."

I looked at the pancakes and then looked at him. I ignore them as I move towards a chair, taking a seat.

"You hungry?" he asked.

I shook my head because I knew I couldn't hold anything down, and look around the space instead.

It's a wonderful cabin with lots of character, but I know this isn't Owen's. He has a certain taste, and this wasn't it. It was…too girly for him. Minus the bedroom, but even that was too dark for him.

"It's Ayden's and Wendy's cabin. They let me borrow it."

I looked at him, a little surprised. Ayden must know we were here which meant Ayden allowed him to take me like this. I guess that was one of the perks of being a beta, getting to do what you wanted.

He gave me a soft smile. "Wendy decorated it after she traveled up here the first time. She likes color. It's their family cabin that they use when they need to get away from it all."

"She has good taste," I said as I looked around the kitchen. The kitchen had butcher block countertops and green-colored cabinets. There was children's artwork all over, and the space felt homey.

"Well, it was the only place I could think of."

I snapped my eyes back at him. "That's far away from civilization?"

He remained silent for a moment before he nodded his head. "Yes, no one knows we’re out here."

He looked away, running a hand through his hair. "I made you some coffee. Are you still a caffeine lover?"

---