Jason whispered, “T looked into those cookies and oh my god! He got in a car accident and had that concussion. He was at a regular hospital until we got there.” Drake frowned, “I know. It was the same one your mom and sister went to.” Jason nodded, “Uh huh, and after that T stopped caring about those cookies. Melanie ALWAYS said you guys believed her until you ate the cookies.”
My mom asked, “I’m sorry. Your daughter called these cookies mom monster cookies? I’m assuming this is because Sam didn’t believe her when she ate them.” Jason said, “None of us did.” Drake winced. Corbin sighed, “Of course she knows before I do. I’m only the guy who is looking into them. Does that girl not know anything?”
EJ growled. I asked, “What now, EJ? We need to question Karina.” EJ snorted, “You’re forgetting who her boyfriend is.” My eyes widened. Oden snarled in my head. I growled, “He wouldn’t dare.” My mom asked, “What the fuck is happening?”
My dad pursed his lips, “Karina’s boyfriend is the young man who Alexander almost killed the night of the dance at Red Run.” My mom glared at us asking, “Are you all MOTHERFUCKING KIDDING ME?!” I growled, “We are not.”
Mom groaned, “Let me just guess this asshat said something or did something to Melanie you didn’t like, didn’t he?” My jaw ticked, “He bullied and hurt her. I warned him to stay away from her, or I’d kill him.” My mom called the wind and threw all the papers off the desk.
She snarked, “Does it NOT occur to ANYFUCKINGONE EXACTLY who is giving information to whoever is behind the letters to Melanie? Who do you think told them to use Alexander rejecting her AS A FUCKING SCARE TACTIC? That confrontation was a giant neon fucking flashing sign that Alexander is possessive of Melanie. THE ASSHAT IS THE TRATIOR!”
Peter was stunned, “He was a pup when…” My mom snorted, “A child sure. Children can be manipulated. How hard would it be to convince a FUCKING CHILD to do something? A simple, hey put this ingredient of Witch bitch dust into a pot for some cookies.”
Elise smiled, “You usually use a mixing bowl.” My mom sighed, “What the fuck ever! I don’t know who was manipulating him then, but he’s old enough now. He fucking did it.” Peter said, “Melanie actually didn’t care for the woman who delivered the cookies to their house either.”
My mom shouted, “WHAT?!” Peter frowned, “She really hated her and called her the evil cookie lady.” My mom asked, “Do you remember the last fucking time something was directly delivered to a member of an allied pack?” I answered, “I don’t.” She sighed, “Yes, well you were a baby so you wouldn’t.”
My dad asked, “What are you talking about?” She shouted, “LEXI! The goddamn fucking brownie that was trying to kill Emmett. Allied packs no longer had ANYONE fucking accept food that was not a designated kitchen worker. SAM DOES NOT WORK IN A KITCHEN!” Peter’s jaw dropped. So, my mom was right.
Bill Henderson walked in announcing, “Robert left the territory after his girlfriend came up here. Karina is being held in the pack house.” My mom snorted, “We need to find Melanie.” Jason offered, “She said she was going to hit the gym.” Oden said, “Mate is not in the gym.” Where was she then?
My mom laughed, “Then she saw those cookies in her new home. Ones she’s convinced turned her mom into a monster. Don’t you just fucking bet Karina told Melanie where she was coming with them? To her fucking mate and his family, along with hers. Then if anyone fucking missed it, they fucking talked about life.”
Elise gasped, “Oh god. Mel knows who Karina’s boyfriend is.” I linked the Warriors, “Where is my mate?!” Fowler answered, “The Muffin Luna rode off on her bike in a hurry about thirty minutes ago. KJ was following her.”
I growled, “FUCK! She went after him. She left on her motorcycle with KJ following.” Dad announced, “He’s a safe distance behind her, but he hears something going down ahead of him.” Great. EJ cringed the second the phone rang.
Phil answered “Black Mountain Pack, where shit is fucked up almost every damn day now. How can we help you? Keep in mind WE HAVE SHIT TO DO!” I tried not to laugh. Lucas sighed, “I understand that Phil, but we have a problem.”
Dylan demanded, “YOU HANG UP THAT PHONE RIGHT NOW! YOU ARE TURNING INTO A NO FUN SGAP FOLLOWER!” My dad groaned, “I just can’t get rid of him.” Dylan snorted, “You love me Saint God Alpha Prick.”
My dad rolled his eyes while Dylan continued, “You would be SO very bored without me. Your memos would lull you right to sleep. I saw you smile while reading my memo the other day. I took a picture and everything.” My dad muttered under his breath.
Lucas sighed, “Anyway.” Dylan groaned, “OH COME ON! Have some fun, live on the wild side. KJ is here so it’s fine.” Lucas asked, “What do you want me to do? We can’t stop her! My pups already tried that. I have a broken nose. KJ said he wasn’t going to stop her since she’s not losing.”
My eyes widened. I linked, “KJ, what the fuck is going on?” He answered, “Your mate is furious and honestly justifiably so. I am aware I cannot stop her, and she’s not hurt; so I’m not inclined to try.” Oden said, “I find that explanation is acceptable to me.”
Dylan sighed, “I swear I buy you books and buy you books Lucas, but all you do is read the cover and the excerpt. YOU WATCH THE FIGHT! You do not break it up. Notice, I have no injuries. Because I ate popcorn and WATCHED the show. KJ over there is broody and observing, not intervening. He’s also fine with no injuries. MelAshley will kill him or she won’t. Either way it’s ENTERTAINING!”
I popped to Lucas. Everyone else was popped in moments later. Dylan jumped onto my back yelling, “NOOOOOO!!!!! You’re the only one who can stop the fight. If you go over there, you have to carry me with you.” I rolled my eyes and started to walk.
Dylan snorted, “My diet is working, Lucas! I’m practically a gnat to him.” Dylan jumped off my back lamenting, “You are just like your dad.” I shot back, “Thanks.” He huffed, “Are you happy, Saint God Alpha Prick! It just got interesting here and here you are to ruin it.”
Drake yelled, “MELANIE, STOP! We’ll handle this.” I could tell my mate wasn’t going to listen to her dad. Melanie was screaming at Robert, “WHY?! YOU SICK, WRETCHED WASTE OF SPACE! YOU ARE JUST LIKE YOUR DAD!” I frowned because Robert’s dad was nothing like him. He was a pretty nice guy. Robert’s siblings weren’t like him either.
Dylan said, “She’s been saying that. I gotta tell you, I don’t see it. BUT I say this quietly because that woman holds the fury of a horde of hell cats.” My cousin, Jacob got in my way. He warned, “We tried to stop her already, man. I don’t think she knew it was us, but WOW she packs a punch.”
I told him, “She’s mine. So, she won’t hurt me.” Jayden snorted, “I told you Melanie was his, Jacob. You weren’t here when we went to go get her.” Jacob rolled his eyes, “Right, because he needs someone who hits as hard as he does.” Sarcasm noted.
KJ nodded to me as I walked in and grabbed Melanie’s forearm as she was about to punch Robert again. I pulled my mate against my chest. She tried to fight my hold for a second then started sobbing. I held her saying, “He can’t answer you anymore, Lovebug. He’s very much unconscious.”
Melanie growled, “He deserves worse! It was him all along! I remember everything.” I told her, “I know.” She whispered, “He told me he put T in the hospital. Robert ran my big brother off the road in an ice storm.”
Dylan sighed, “Alas, he did say that. It was just a few good shots before that then BAM. Switch flipped and Rocky came out to play. No, dominate. It was one two knockout and continue to beatdown.” EJ said, “We’ll take Robert to our pack for questioning, since that’s where everyone else involved in this fucked up situation is. Julian, take him home.”
Julian walked over and lightly touched Melanie’s back. He said, “Meself grant own the ina the addto the. Meself canabe so orto cwizion own mene. Megroup avenge falhing ina dat. Meself (I grant you the peace of the sky and earth. I am very sorry for everything you have suffered. We will avenge it. This I promise to you).
Melanie spoke against my chest, “Own Julian. Point canbe ina own. Meself own simy own avenge point. Group meen (Thank you Julian. That is very kind of you. I will stand beside you as you avenge this. They hurt my family).
