Page 34 of Wolf Tormented
Patrick groans. “You two just need to fuck already.”
My head snaps to Patrick, and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “What the hell, Patrick?”
Patrick has never spoken like that in front of me. It’s definitely out of character for the older enforcer.
He’s not wrong though. The tension between the two of them is suffocating. They really need to fight or fuck.
My guess is that fighting will lead to fucking and then all hell will break loose.
Angela scoffs and spins on Patrick. “Never going to happen.”
“Right,” Patrick says.
“Whatever, I’m going to go guard my friend.” She turns on her heel and stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
The woman needs to watch herself with slamming shit in my home. Her attitude lately is worse than ever. Have I let her get away with too much?
I know she has been going through a lot after Jacob’s murder, but she needs to stop being angry at the world and do her job without complaint.
“Well, that was fun,” Alex grumbles.
“Let’s get back on track. I know it’s not a smoking gun, but who called Jara’s name to stop her before the tile fell?” I scrub a hand over my face.
“I don’t remember who it was exactly. The voice was female, though,” Alex says.
Female? One of the females in my pack is trying to kill her? Disgraceful. There is a challenge process for a reason.
Why would they resort to underhanded tactics instead of outright challenging her?
“That’s ridiculous. No female member of the pack would try to kill her.” I shake my head.
“Don’t be blind, alpha.” Alex’s shoulders slump.
Am I being blind? I don’t want to believe that the females in the pack are so petty and disgraceful. The few that were still holding out hope to get to me left and went to Grayson’s pack as a trade for Jara’s family.
I need to talk to Callahan and facilitate the transfer of Jara’s parents to my pack. We held up our end, but Grayson has not.
I should have known he wouldn’t, though. He sent Alex’s family as a show of good faith but not Jara’s parents. I need to fix that.
“I need to see my mate.” I grunt and head for the door.
Why didn’t Jara tell me about the tile in the first place? Had I even given her the chance?
I stomp up the stairs to the bedroom and open the door to find Angela lounging in a chair at the small table but no sign of Jara.
“Where is she?” I ask.
“Bathroom getting ready.” Angela shrugs.
She doesn’t look up from the magazine she has fisted in her hands. Her rage is palpable.
“I need to speak with her.” I arch a brow when Angela doesn’t move.
She huffs out a breath and leaves the room without another comment.
“Jara,” I call.
“What’s going on?” she asks warily as she steps into the room.
