Page 45 of Wolf Trapped
“I don’t think he’s a rogue. It looked like he was communicating with someone telepathically.” I sigh, leaning my head back against the couch.
“What happened?”
“He was about to pounce but tilted his head like he heard something and then whined and ran off.” Archer’s eyes widen.
“Okay, but what pack does he belong to, and why is he here?” Archer asks thoughtfully.
“I don’t know. I tried to talk to him, but he wasn’t in the mood to chat.” I shrug, covering my eyes with my hand.
“You… fuck, Jara, this isn’t fucking funny. I should lock you in the bedroom again for ignoring my request to stay the fuck inside.” He grumbles and stomps out the front door.
The truck door slams, making me jump. I walk back into the tiny kitchen and turn the stove back on to finish the forgotten spaghetti-o. Archer storms back in with packages in his hand and sets them on the small counter with a huff.
“What is that?” I ask with interest leaning over to peek at the labels to see where they are from.
“A couple of packages you ordered were dropped off today, so I went to the house to pick them up.” He strides over to the stove, chuckling when he looks in the pan. “Have you ever eaten these before?”
“I have no idea what it is, to be honest. They looked interesting.” My cheeks heat in embarrassment.
“They are pretty good. Usually meant for human children, but they don’t spoil because they are canned.” He takes the spoon from my hand and stirs them.
A small box sits on the two packages, and I squeal with happiness as I pick it up and hit play on a My Chemical Romance song I love. As the song starts, a giant smile is plastered on my face, and I dance to the couch with the packages and sit down to open them.
I pull the cute black and purple striped leggings from the bag belting out the lyrics toSing. I keep my back to Archer, but I can guess his eyes are on me, and it doesn’t even embarrass me anymore. I’ve caught him watching me dance around like a spaz while I cook many times.
“Let’s talk about where you think this wolf is from.” Archer walks up, handing me the bowl in his hand and sitting next to me on the couch. I pause the music taking the bowl and stirring the strange substance thoughtfully.
“I think he’s from Kyle’s pack, but I don’t know why Kyle would allow this to happen.” I shrug. Does Bonnie know what’s happening? I hope not. I happen to really like and respect the woman, and it would piss me off if she knew what her mate was up to.
“If this is someone from Kyle’s pack, then I am sure he knows it’s happening,” Archer says, growling angrily.
“There’s something else.” I chew my lip, still stirring idly.
“What is it?” he asks, then takes a bite from his own bowl.
“His eyes looked familiar. He wasn’t close enough the first time for me to get a good look at them.” I scoop up some of the soup in my bowl and bring it to my lips. It tastes good and warms me as it slides down my throat. I can see why cubs would like this.
“Do you know anyone from Kyle’s pack?” He asks softly.
“No, but we used to have a gathering of the packs every year, I could have met him then, but I don’t think so.” I take another bite.
Archer sets his bowl aside and leans over with his elbows on his knees. “I need you to stay inside. The wolf obviously knows where we are, and I don’t want something happening to you.”
“Fine,” I grumble. It’s just like Archer to use this new information as a way to trap me again. He brings me all these pretty things to keep me from getting bored, but I wouldn’t be bored if he didn’t lock me up.
Carter smelled the wolf heading in this direction. “I mean it, Jara. It isn’t safe. I can’t always be here. Sometimes the pack needs me to. They have to be the top priority.”
Of course, the pack always comes first. How could I ever forget that when he constantly reminds me of that? “I said I won’t go outside, Archer,” I growl.
“Good.” He nods and gets up from the couch, and walks outside. He just asked me not to go to a place that isn't safe. Well, this is fun. Shrugging, I start the song and go through the packages of clothes that were delivered.
Dozing on the couch after I have folded and put the clothes away, the door opening quietly has me tense. He must have gone for a run because he’s not wearing a shirt as he crouches next to me. “Why are you still up if you’re so tired?”
“Watching a movie and started to fall asleep.” I yawn. Arms wrap around me, and I snuggle into Archer’s bare chest as he carries me to the small bedroom. I’m too tired to see what is happening or to stop myself from basking in the warmth his body brings to mine.
He lays me down on the bed and covers me with the soft quilt kissing my forehead. My eyes snap open, and I smile up at him. “Good night, mate.” Archer stands and walks to the door, leaving me alone.
Confusion has me frowning. He’s such an anomaly. Hot and cold. I never know what I will get with him, which makes life with Archer extremely uncertain.
