Her Alpha Mate 63
Freya:
It was quiet as I ran my fingers through Zack's hair and saw him sleeping peacefully. He'd dark circles under his eyes, and his forehead was wrinkled as if he'd had a bad dream.
I wasn't mad at him. At least not anymore.
He'd yelled at me and said things that should never have been said, but I knew he didn't mean a word of it.
The moment he left the anger that ran through the mate bond stopped immediately. I realized that he was never really angry with me; he just needed to vent.
That was the reason I was just disappointed in him.
There were so many ways he could've handled his stress and anger, and he chose to lash out. Maybe he didn't expect to explode like that, but he did, and it can't happen again.
What would happen if our puppy was born? We'd have many sleepless nights, and if he couldn't handle it now, how would he be able to in the future? We couldn't let him hurt our puppy - I'd neuter him if he did.
I'd to teach him a lesson, and the best I could do was to give him the silent treatment, or at least not say any more than I'd to.
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I was searching the internet for baby clothes when he finally woke up. He was unconscious for about two hours, which was probably because his wolf was exhausted after all the yelling and hitting.
He poked holes in my head as he entered the kitchen to get a cup for his coffee. I pretended not to notice him and continued humming along to the radio. When he finished pouring his drink, he stepped behind me and pointed to one of the dresses on the screen.
"I like that," he said softly, and his lips brushed my temple, causing me to press my lips together.
I wanted to be petty and look past the dress, but I'd to admit it was too adorable to miss. Reluctantly, I added it to my cart and scrolled down further.
"Freya, can we talk?" he asked hesitantly, sitting down next to me.
I didn't say a word.
His warm hand reached for my chin and drew my attention to him.
"Don't ignore me, please," he said softly, his voice trembling a little at the end.
I grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away from my face. At first he seemed hurt, but when he realized I wasn't letting go, he relaxed his stance.
"I can't imagine how you feel right now.
You've every right to be angry, but don't ignore me. Hit me. Yell at me. Do anything but the silent treatment."
It was clear that this lesson wasn't going to work.
The man was persistent.
I bit my lip and shook my head, "Zack, this isn't about me. This is about you. I am not upset that you yelled at me. I'm just upset that you yelled."
He stared at me, waiting for me to continue, as if he didn't know what I was going to say.
"What would have happened if it had been our puppy sitting there that night?"
"I wouldn't have yelled," he said, but he didn't sound convinced.
"No, Zack, you didn't have one bit of control. You'd have screamed no matter who was sitting on that stool. That's something you need to work on. Not just for me or our puppy, but for the whole pack."
He seemed to ponder my words, and I became much more relaxed as he nodded in understanding.
"I promise to work on it. And if I break it, you've my permission to cut off my ears because I won't listen to you," he said softly, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I smiled softly and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, "Thank you."
He clasped my face and kissed my lips before standing up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go clear up a few things with the council and plan a little something for my beautiful mate."
I blinked, "A surprise?"
He raised an eyebrow, "You didn't think I was going to grovel, did you? Are you kidding me? I've some making up to do, even if you're not mad at me."
"But..."
"No buts," he said, pressing a finger to my lips.
He leaned down and kissed my stomach, "I'll join you later."
