Page 29 of Wolf Targeted
“You just stomped your foot like one.”
“Whatever. You and Archer are so convinced that those weren’t accidents yesterday, so I guess I’m not accident prone. Now, give me the box cutter.” I reach for the blade, but she puts it behind her back.
Are we seriously doing this right now? What the fuck? Archer won’t care if I cut open a few boxes. She is being ridiculous.
I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers. “I could just go up to the kitchen and grab a knife if you won’t let me have the cutter.”
“No.” A booming voice rings out from the stairs, and I turn to find Alex standing there with his arms folded over his chest.
“You’re not the boss of me.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Your mate will skin us alive if you hurt yourself.” He storms down the stairs.
What the fuck do they think I’m going to do with a box cutter? I know they are sensitive because of Eloise, but it’s not like I got myself in the situations yesterday all on my own.
They were fucking accidents. I’m not her, and I will kick, scream, and claw to keep what I have. Even if Archer never opens up to me, I will never take the route she did.
The fact they keep thinking this just pisses me off.
“Unless you’re here to help, you’re going the wrong way.” I turn back to Angela.
Why does Alex get a say in what I do? He was an asshole to me at first, and it wasn’t until I was locked up that he actually told anyone we are related.
Now he thinks he can be all protective, even when I get on his case about not taking what he needs.
“I need Angela,” Alex says. “It’s time for our patrol.”.
“Good. Give me the box cutter, and I will finish up here.” I raise a brow, holding my hand open for the cutter.
“Fuck no.” Angela stomps to me and tries to nudge me up the stairs.
“I’m staying, Angela. I’m in the house, technically, so go.” I wave her off.
The place is a mess, and I don’t want to leave it like this. There’s so much work to do.
Alex catches me by surprise, and the next thing I know, I’m airborne. “You were fucking injured the last time you were in here, so stop being stubborn.”
“Alex, you better put me the fuck down or Archer really will skin you alive,” I yell.
He stomps up the stairs and out into the kitchen before setting me down on the counter.
“I’m probably the only male in this pack he won’t kill for that,” Alex says.
“If you really think that carrying me up the stairs like a caveman will keep me out of there, then you’re wrong.” I lean forward to crowd him and glare up at his stupid face.
“Jara.” Angela sighs.
They don’t understand the absolute crushing sadness that comes with your mate distancing himself from you out of some misplaced sense of duty.
Is that really it, though, or did I do something? I still don’t know why the change has happened. His attitude was a complete turnaround, and he won’t even tell me why.
“I need to keep my hands busy, Angela. I won’t use the fucking box cutter, and if you want to send an enforcer to help, I won’t complain.” I throw my hands up and stomp back to the stairs.
I’m fucking tired of this bullshit. When will our lives calm down so we can just be a pack and be together?
An arm bands around my waist. I scream as Alex hauls me back into the kitchen and sits me down on the counter. Again.
“I’m going to kick your ass, Alex,” I shout in his face.
