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**Cleo POV: **
I have so many emotions going on in my body I can't believe Val threw in the trunk and West let him. Robert still loves me, and he is a hunter and never told me. I was married to this man for years; he never explained what he did for work. I should have dug deeper into it. And the fact that he didn't tell me the Vallie was his finance when he found me.
If he would have told me, I would have made sure she wasn't his secretary anymore. All those years he never even knew our son was buried in his family plot; it brought me peace to finally tell him our son's information and where he is buried. When I heard Val howl and West's apologetic expression on my face, I knew just by them being her Jazz had to tell me she couldn't lie to her mate. Now my ass is in the fucking trunk, mad as hell at the world. He threw me in the trunk like I was a piece of luggage.
"Let me the fuck out of here, Vintage, "I screamed the whole way back to the house.
I am going to punch Vintage or Val in the face once I am out. I hope Val is in control when I get out; I don't want to have to deal with Vintage; he is more aggressive and unpredictable. The car stops and the trunk opens. I jump up and swing with a closed fist. My fist is caught by his hand in midair.
I look into his eyes, and they are golden. Fuck, I am screwed. Vintage is still in control. He picks me up, throws me on his shoulder, and walks to his room while I say every curse word in the book. He throws me in the room, shuts the door, and locks it.
**Vintage POV: **
She actually tried to punch me. If I wasn't mad at her for going on a date, I would be turned on. She is yelling and screaming loud enough to wake up the whole damn pack. I get to my room, shut it, and lock it. I smell her fear and arousal. I sat on the bed in silence; she was curing me. I am trying to calm down. The dress she got on is definitely a come fuck me dress. She fucking kissed him
"Cleopatra, why did you go on a date?" I ask while gritting my teeth.
"It wasn't a freaking date. It was just dinner," she is still yelling and cursing.
"And you think that was the right thing to do?" I still sit on the bed with my hand holding my chin, still trying to keep my cool.
"Why wouldn't I go out to dinner if I want to?" She is playing with me, and right now that's a dangerous thing to do.
"Going to dinner is not the problem; going out to dinner with another man is," I say, trying not to get mad.
"It was dinner, Vintage. It wasn't nothing," she said with an attitude.
"YOU FUCKING KISSED HIM IT WAS SOMETHING!" I yelled.
"One-stop yelling, two he kissed me," she said, still not giving up her attitude.
"YOU KISSED HIM BACK, CLEOPATRA." If she wasn't my mate, I would have ripped her head off.
"And who the fuck are you to tell me I can't go out to dinner with any man? Just because we fucked a couple of times doesn't mean I belong to you," she says with anger.
This disrespect has to stop right now. I lose it. I run to her and grab her by the throat and push her to the wall with enough to prove a point and not to hurt her. Surprisingly, she is more aroused than scared.
"Listen to me, Cleopatra, you are wrong. You do belong to the US. You are our MATE. And going forward, you will act accordingly and not go on dates and/or dinner with any man. Also, you will not be walking around without me looking like you want to get fucked," I say, two inched in her face, staring into her eyes.
"I am not your FUCKING MATE VINTAGE, and if I want to walk around ass naked, I FUCKING CAN," this woman just really rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest and said that shit to me.
"YES, THE FUCK YOU ARE AND IF I WERE YOU, I WON'T SAY THAT SHIT EVER THE FUCK AGAIN," I growl and punch the wall cementers away from both sides of her head.
"Vintage, I need to talk to Valenzano," she says with a whisper.
"No, you can't talk to him right now. I need to straighten your ass out," I say, stepping in away from her.
"Vintage, I can't be y'all, mate," she says, looking at the floor.
"Why?" I asked as I lifted her chin up so she could look at me". I saw hurt in her eyes, and my heart ached for her.
"I have a lot of reasons, and I can't believe you kept from me the fact that I am your mate," she says as she pushes my hand off her chin and attempts to leave the room. I stop her from leaving.
"They thought it wouldn't be wise to tell you," I say as her eyes go wide.
"THEY WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY," she says as she jumps in my face. She is mad as hell, and it is kind of cute.
"Valenzano, Jazz, and West; it was mainly a Jazz idea due to your past history with shifters," I say, trying to calm her down.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! I am leaving, and this time you're not going to stop me." There is no way in hell I am letting her leave.
"Where are you going? Are you going to HIM?" I am trying to control the rage that is building up.
"Maybe," she says as she shrugs her shoulders.
The rage took over. I destroyed every piece of furniture in the room while she watched in horror. I hear the door click open. She is trying to leave and run to close it shut.
"STOP FUCKIN' PLAYING WITH ME, CLEOPATRA! You will stay in this house until I say you can leave," I say as I grab her throat and point my finger in her face. At this point, I don't care how hurt or scared she is. She is going to learn her place.
"I'M NOT STAYING THE FUCK HERE, VINTAGE." She is really rebelling. I don't want to use my Alpha tone on her; it should work since our mate bond is strong.
"YES, THE FUCK YOU ARE," I say with my Alpha tone with a growl, and she starts to whimper.
"I don't want to stay here anymore," she says as she starts to cry. All the rage and anger disappeared when she started to cry. I made my mate, Luna, cry.
"Baby, please stay here; we both need to calm down. I am sorry if I hurt or scared you," I say as I cup her face.
"Cleopatra, we love you," I say as I walk out of the room.
I need to shift and run. Hopefully, when I give Valeriano back control, he won't be mad at me. If he is mad, what she needs to know is that she is our mate. Now that she knows I don't show any disrespect from her. As for Jazz, that is not my problem; I will leave that up to my brother.
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