Page 2 of Wolf Targeted
With the basket full, I leave the storeroom and storm to Patrick’s cabin. My jaw is locked tight and I grind my teeth together as I narrow my eyes at all the wolves walking around the square and they give me a wide berth while whispering to each other.
I reach the cabin and adjust my grip on the huge basket. “McKenna, can you knock for me please?”
McKenna knocks loudly, and a minute later, Patrick opens it.
He scowls at McKenna before his eyes narrow on me. “Alpha, what are you doing?”
“What you are doing is noble, Patrick, but it isn’t necessary.” I thrust the basket into his hands.
“No, we are fine with what we have.” Patrick tries to pass the basket back.
“I got that coat specifically for Libby.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“We are fine with what we have. Let the pack members who are most vulnerable have it.”
I poke my finger into the hole in the shoulder of his jacket. “This doesn’t look fine, Patrick.”
He glances down at my finger and grimaces. “But, we are fine.”
“Patrick, don’t make me get Archer. He will tell you the same as me. Take the food and the jackets.” I glare at him.
“Fine,” he huffs. “Thank you, alpha.”
I grin. “You’re welcome. Have a great day.”
I turn back to McKenna who has a small smile on her face. “You are very demanding when you want to be.”
“I won’t have my people starving or freezing out of some misplaced notion of being noble. I know we have more vulnerable pack mates, but everyone gets what they need as long as we have the resources.”
I will not budge on that. I want to be a good alpha female to my pack and to my mate.
Too bad my mate wants nothing to do with me.
“You are a much better alpha female than anyone gave you credit for.” McKenna pats my shoulder.
“Do we have any other stubborn pack members that are refusing food or necessities?” I ask.
McKenna chews her lip, and I groan.
“Alex?” I ask.
McKenna nods.
“I’m going to string these stupid men up by their damn toes.”
Stupid, stupid men. Why are they acting like this? A growl of frustration bubbles up inside of me, but I temper it.
Alex strolls toward me with a grin. “Who are we stringing up, cousin?”
“You.” I glare at him. “And maybe Patrick if he keeps his shit up.”
“Whoa, what did I do?” Alex raises his hands in surrender.
“When is the last time you went and got supplies?”
He crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes on me. “Don’t, Jara. There are others who need it more.”
“I get that, but we have enough to go around until the next delivery. You are an enforcer. You need to be strong and not a hardheaded idiot.” I plant my hands on my hips.
