Her Alpha Mate 60
Zack:
I. War. Beat. But even that was an understatement.
If I'd to look at one more report, I was ready to quit and become a villain.
And judging by the look on my father's face when he walked into my office, I probably looked like one, too.
He grabbed me by the collar and yelled at me for overexerting myself before dragging me home from Chance so I could clean up and take a nap.
I was almost certain that Reece had called my father after I nearly strangled a pack warrior for grunting too loudly while fighting.
In my defense, though, I've to say that he didn't have to sound like a lawnmower while wrestling someone to the ground. I let it slide the first few times, but when he wouldn't stop, it got on my nerves.
It also didn't help that my wolf was pissed off and growling at everything he didn't like.
He didn't like that we didn't get to spend enough time with Freya. He just wanted to cuddle with his mate and listen to our puppy's heartbeat, but that wasn't possible with the workload I'd.
So all in all, I was worse than a she-wolf during her period.
I slumped on the couch and groaned loudly as the pounding in my head got worse. Chance took off my shoes and left them by the door before going upstairs, probably to look for Freya.
There was silence for a few moments until soft footsteps came down the stairs. The familiar scent of honeysuckle filled my nostrils, and I felt myself relax as Freya brushed my hair out of my forehead.
"Long time no see, stranger," she whispered, kissing my forehead with a giggle.
"Don't remind me," I murmured, pulling her close to hide my face in the crook of her neck.
She gently nuzzled my scalp and kissed the top of my head, "Go to sleep. We can talk when you wake up."
I mumbled something in response and was soon drifting off.
***
I thought I'd be in a good mood when I woke up.
I woke up, but no. The moment I saw it was dark outside, I felt pissed again.
The meeting with the council was tomorrow, and the evaluation day for all the potential new pack warriors was the day I got back, so I didn't have time in between to finish the stupid training reports.
This could only mean one thing. I'd to sleep through the night.
I growled angrily and tore off the covers before sneaking into the kitchen to get something to eat. As I entered the kitchen, my eyes immediately fell on the piles of papers on the cooking island in front of Freya, who was writing furiously.
My anger rose even higher when I realized she was still doing paperwork for tomorrow's meeting.
I'd given her those papers three days ago, and she still wasn't done. What the hell was she doing all this time? I was busting my ass and getting the same amount of work done in one day.
"You didn't finish the paperwork I gave you?" I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep from exploding.
She winced in surprise and turned to me as I approached the island, "Zack, you scared me. I'm done with most of the medical reports, I just have to..."
I slammed my fist on the counter, interrupting her and making her flinch.
"Are you kidding me? You're not done yet? What've you been doing for the last three days?" I yelled, slowly letting out all my pent-up anger.
I wanted to punch the wall. Of course, something else had to go wrong. From the looks of it, she'd already accomplished so much, I'd be late for the meeting, because on top of everything else, I'd to do the final papers.
Freya furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean by..."
"If you don't think you can finish, why didn't you ask for help? I'm sure Chance or Reece could've done the work for you," I snarked again.
"I-"
I raised my hand to stop her from apologizing, "I don't want to hear it. "
"But Zack-"
"Your father said you were trained to be an Alpha. Where the hell did all your training go? You're supposed to be able to handle large amounts of work at once. It doesn't matter if you're an Alpha or not. Alpha are, even as a Luna you should be able to handle a large load. And you definitely shouldn't procrastinate! And don't give me the excuse that you're pregnant..."
"Zack. Jude. Travis. Get your ass outside now."
I turned my head and stared at my father, who stood with his arms crossed and an angry expression on his face.
Chance stood by with his mouth slightly open as his eyes moved back and forth between me and Freya.
At that moment, I realized that I was leaning over the island, screaming just inches from Freya's face. My claws were extended, clawing so hard into the tiles that they were surrounded by tiny cracks. I backed away slowly, trying to ignore the hurt look in her eyes.
She seemed to be crying.
And I was so angry that I didn't care anymore. I felt that she deserved to be embarrassed.
I stormed out the back door and down the stairs when I heard my father follow me outside after saying something to Freya.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, yanking me by the shoulder so that I was facing him.
I stared at my feet as my chest grew heavier with each breath. My blood was still boiling in my veins.
He stared at me for a few moments before shaking his head, "Go for a jog, Zack. You're completely out of control right now.
We'll talk more when you get back."
I didn't say a word, quietly turning into my wolf and running off into the woods.
