Page 86 of My Knotty Mountain Men

When we got home, after my little nap, we sat down and talked about it. After Thomas had escorted her outside, he called the County Sheriff. He couldn’t arrest her because I guess Sylvia was spewing bullshit about how she was just trying to go in to get some coffee and didn’t know there was an event going on.

She even tried to tell the deputy that I tried to attack her, and she wanted to press charges on me.

What a fucking nut. She’s lucky I didn’t put my hands on her. I’ve taken self-defense classes with the girls; I know how to put a grown man on their ass, so she would be a fucking breeze.

Of course, Thomas told the deputy it was a lie.

To make things worse, the deputy was Sylvia’s uncle and pretty much begged Thomas not to press charges. The only reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to waste the timegoing down to the station and filling out paperwork. He wanted her gone and to get me home safely.

Thomas made sure to let the officer know if she does it again, it’s not letting it go.

I think the woman needs to be locked up. She’s crazy, comes from money, and thinks that she can do whatever she wants because she comes from one of the original families of Snow Valley.

Nolan pulled me to the side when I insisted on taking official action because she can’t keep getting away with this. He told me that it’s a lot more complicated than I knew.

Sylvia’s dad is a reasonable guy who has worked with them to keep Sylvia away. Her mother, on the other hand, is just as crazy as she is and isn’t afraid to use their money and power to try and fuck with my Alphas.

It makes me sick. I hate privileged people like that.

A few years ago, I went to Calling Wood’s sister school in Connecticut in hopes of trying to integrate our pack program into their school.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well. Plus, people with money can be scary and mean. I saw more than a few assholes use money to try and work the system in their favor.

I said ‘fuck it’ and went back to Calling Wood.

After Nolan told me that, I went on a rant about how fucked up it is until I got worked up, and Nolan had to calm me down. By using his mouth... between my legs. I wasn’t complaining about his methods.

“No,” I answer them. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want her name to be mentioned at all inside this house. We eat, we get dressed, and we go shopping for my nest. Only fun and positive things today.”

“I like the way you think, baby.” Aiden shoots me a wolfish grin.

An hour later, we’ve had breakfast, bundled up, and are in town at the local furniture store.

“Now, money isn't an issue, so grab whatever your little Omega heart desires.”

“Oooh, those are risky words to say,” I laugh.

“Can’t do that much damage,” Thomas jokes. Nolan and I share a look, and Thomas groans. “I’m going to pay for that comment, aren't I?”

“I think so,” Aiden chuckles.

And he did. By the time I was done, we were three carts in, piled high with blankets, pillows, and anything else that caught my eye.

The girls packed up my things from my place back in Calling Wood and shipped them to Snow Valley. And while I had everything I needed for my nest for the most part, at the same time, I felt like I needed a change.

After we were done shopping, the guys took me out to eat before going back to the house.

“My feet hurt,” I sigh heavily.

“Go sit down. We’ll bring everything in,” Nolan offers, pressing a kiss to my temple.

Part of me wants to help them. I'm perfectly capable of bringing in some bags, but I’m not sure if I’m getting the flu or if it was something I ate because something isn’t settling right with my stomach. I feel gross and nauseous.

As soon as I step inside the house, I feel my stomach lurch. I rush across the house, down the hall, and just barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up everything I just ate not too long ago.

My body shakes as I hug the toilet bowl, and I don’t realize I’m crying until Thomas is cursing, kneeling down next to me.

“Go away,” I groan, flushing the toilet. I close my eyes and press my forehead to the toilet seat. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

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