Page 53 of Wolf Targeted
“No, you’re not. Asshole.” I shake my head and take a bite of eggs.
It tastes like ash in my mouth, but I need the sustenance. I can’t let this get to the point where I’m not taking care of myself.
She grins and shovels eggs into her mouth. “No, you’re right. I’m not.”
I chuckle under my breath and go back to my food, feeling a little lighter now. I needed the brevity. The dark cloud is consistently hanging over my head.
“You want to go for a walk this morning? You look like you could use it.” Angela eyes me over her fork.
“That would be great.” I nod.
We finish our breakfast and rinse the plates in the sink before I rush up the stairs to grab my coat out of my closet.
I scan the room with a sigh. Archer’s scent is fading since he never comes in here anymore. My heart cracks a little more.
Stupid heart.
I hurry from the room, steeling myself against the pain. I roll my shoulders back and hold my head high as I meet Angela at the front door.
“You ready?” she asks, opening the front door.
“Yup. Let’s go.” I lead the way out to the town square.
Pack members stroll around the space, watching the pups play or just chatting with each other. I wave at Arthur and make my way to him. He waves back at me.
“Alpha.” He furrows his brows at Angela. “Beta.”
“Hi, Arthur, how are you doing?” I ask.
“Absolutely fine,” Arthur says, but there’s something he’s not telling me.
I can smell the lie.
“Are you sure, Arthur? Is there something you need in our next delivery? Or is something else wrong?”
Arthur shakes his head and shuffles his feet. He glances around, scanning the square, probably to find an escape.
Fuck. This is stupid.
We usually have such great conversations in the morning. He’s never been scared to tell me what they need before.
Is it because of Angela? Fuck, I knew Archer’s heavy-handed bullshit was going to cause me problems.
I huff out an angry breath as Arthur excuses himself and races away.
“This is bullshit,” I growl.
“It might just be Arthur. He would never want Archer to think he was complaining.” Angela pats my arm. “Let’s keep going.”
I wave at McKenna, and she rushes over. “Hello, Jara.”
“Hey, McKenna. How is everything going?” I ask.
She glances over my shoulder at Angela and grimaces.
“Not you too,” I grumble.
“Sorry, it’s a force of habit,” McKenna says. “I don’t think you’re going to get many people to open up to you with the beta here.”
