Chapter 70

ALPHA MARCELLUS STORM

Marcellus hadn’t been able to sleep all night, not with her words constantly echoing in his mind; haunting him for the ordeal that was to take place in the morning.

“I can’t deal with you right now. Come back in the morning.”

What did she mean? He groaned into his hands as he dropped himself to take a seat on the edge of the bed, having asked this very same question multiple times over the past couple of hours as both him and his wolf waited for her to wake up. Why did she say she can’t deal with us right now?

I don’t know. His wolf growled in frustration, having answered in the exact same way multiple times to this same question. She had just given birth and she sounded very tired. She probably didn’t have time for your bullshit.

I really hope that’s all. Marcellus groaned in frustration as he forced himself up from the bed, unable to get the reeling thoughts out of his mind.

You’re going to tear a hole into the rug. His wolf warned as Marcellus kept up his incessant pacing around the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

Ignoring his question, Marcellus groaned again and tipped his head back as he stared up at the ceiling, not feeling the least bit reassured by his wolf who clearly didn’t think this a big of a deal as it was.

Do you think she knows?

There’s no way that she can know. His wolf denied, not sharing the same worries and fears as his human. You’re making this out to be a bigger deal than it is. Why don’t you get a cup of coffee to calm yourself down?

I think that’s just going to make myself more jittery. He growled quietly, though took heed to his wolf’s advice and doubled the request, a cup for both himself and his mate.

Thankfully, by the time he returned to the hallway, he could sense that she was now awake and moving around in her room.

You seriously can’t be scared of our mate right now. His wolf snorted at the absurdity of the situation, finding it comical that Marcellus, the Alpha of the Lupum Griseo pack was scared to go and tell his mate the truth.

She’s a little spitfire. Marcellus insisted, unable to hold back the whine that had somehow managed to slip in with his words. She’s going to tear my head off once I tell her just what a jackass we are.

You.

What?

Once she finds out just what a jackass you are. His wolf chuckled, making sure to insist that since this was his mess, he was in this alone.

Gee, thanks. Marcellus replied dryly as he rolled his eyes. I thought we were in this together.

Not when it includes her ripping your balls off and then shoving them down your throat.

Marcellus visibly winced and chose not to comment further as he forced himself to walk down the hallway, his heart rate accelerating the closer he got to the guest room where she was residing.

As both of his hands were full, he knocked on the door using his elbow but when he was met with no audible response but rather, some more shuffling sounding from behind the door, he sighed and once again, used his elbow to allow himself into the room.

“What are you doing here?” Anastasia snapped at him the moment he stepped into the room, her hands braced on her hips as she sent him a sharp, pointed look, a deep scowl and a menacing glare, clearly not happy to see him.

“You told me to come back in the morning.” He murmured quietly as he closed the door behind him with his foot, gulping as she continued staring at him; studying him, almost as if waiting to pounce.

In any other moment, both him and his wolf would have been excited at the prospect of his mate pouncing on him however, in this moment as she glared daggers at him, it had the opposite effect.

Anastasia snorted and rolled her eyes, moving around him to the wardrobe so she could continue packing her clothes, not deeming him worthy of her attention, and both him and his wolf couldn’t help but agree with her.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a desperate plea, his lips pulling down into a deep frown as he continued to watch her. “Why are you packing? Your maternity leave isn’t up yet.”

“No, but I’ve decided that I’d rather spend the rest of my time at my own house where no one is going to lie or fuck around with me.” She spat, not even bothering to spare him a pity glance as she continued packing, not the least bit bothered about folding her clothes properly or even being neat about it, for that matter.

“What do you mean?” Marcellus asked quietly, holding his breath as one of his greatest fears was on the verge of coming true.

Abort! Fucking abort! His wolf screamed at him.

But you were the one that was pushing me to finally tell her the truth! Marcellus audibly panicked, his eyes wide and large as his wolf started projecting his thoughts and feelings onto him.

That was before she knew the truth.

How the fuck does she know?

I have no fucking idea, but this is on you, man. Good luck! Give me a shout once she kicks you out on your ass and the coast is clear. And with that, his wolf was gone, retreating to a corner of his mind to watch everything play out through his beady, wolfish eyes, forcing his human to face the music alone.