Page 27 of Wolf Targeted
It’s not her fault that Archer is an asshole. She just takes orders from him.
The pillow gets ripped away from my face, and I glare at her.
“I can’t scream into a pillow now?” I sit up on the bed.
“Force of habit.” She throws the pillow, and it hits me in the face.
“What do you want? Are you here for my walk around the prison yard?” I ask. It feels like that, even if she says it’s not. But honestly, I have been locked in this house more times than I can count.
“That’s a bit dramatic, even for you, Jara. He didn’t tell you not to leave the room, just not to leave the house.”
She’s right; it could be worse. I could be locked in the bedroom.
Archer wouldn’t do that to me again, though. The last time he locked me away for an extended period of time, my wolf practically went feral.
“I don’t care if I’m being dramatic. He watched me in action twice and saw that I can protect myself when I’m not tied up.” I fall back into the pillows.
“The alpha female’s roll isn’t a protector, Jara, and you know that. The alpha is traditional in that thing alone. He protects the pack. His mate nurtures them.” Angela sits on the edge of the bed.
Who’s supposed to nurture me and care for me? Because surely my alpha can’t.
“What’s the point in looking for strength in a mate then?” I scrub a hand over my face.
I need another pillow to scream into, but Angela will probably just yank it away from me again.
“Who knows what goes through Archer’s fucked up mind?” Angela bounces lightly on the bed.
“You’re not wrong. I mean, all I did was go after Libby when she went into the forest alone.” I roll to the edge of the bed and stand up.
I need to get ready for my day of sitting around the house until Angela comes to release me from my cage.
“That’s not the only reason.” She grimaces.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. I’m sure he’s just overreacting.” Angela stands and heads for the door.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
She raises a brow, but finally says, “Alpha isn’t sure the things that happened yesterday were accidents.”
“That’s ridiculous. They were accidents. You really think someone would come into my home and try to kill me? Why?” I ask, but it’s not entirely crazy.
“It’s happened before, Jara.” Angela reminds me.
The nightmares still haunt me like ghosts in the dark. Every time I close my eyes, I can see the dank, dirty cell, the clearing up the mountain, or Carter’s body torn to shreds after Archer killed him.
“I know that, but Kyle can’t hurt us anymore, and Carter is dead. There isn’t anyone else in this pack who would be stupid enough to try to kill me.”
Even as the words escape me, I wonder if they are true.
There is one person that would happily see me dead, but is she really the type to murder someone?
I’ve had my suspicions about Rochelle for a while, but there’s no evidence to prove them. Could she have loosened that shingle on the roof?
Angela lifts a brow. She knows as well as I do that there are females in the pack who wouldn’t skip a beat if something happened to me.
“Just maybe take it easy on him. He’s under a ton of pressure.” Angela opens the door.
