Mates: Revenge

Chapter 30

~Jayden~

The last few days have been heartbreaking, to say the least. Brooklyn has spent most of that time in an, almost, catatonic state. She doesn’t move, still doesn’t talk, and barely eats. She sits in her chair and stairs out of the window. We are able to get her into bed, but rather than sleep, the night is filled with silent sobs.

My heart has been hurting since Melanie left. I understand her need to leave and rediscover herself, but I just wish that this wasn’t so hard on Brooklyn. Brooklyn isn’t the only one who is feeling her absence. The pack seems to be missing a piece of themselves. The warriors are not as fierce as they usually are and they seem to be missing a vital piece. Kehlani has been pretty quiet when it comes to Melanie. She has the stoic face down and is able to be a shoulder for any pack member who needs it. This is great for an Alpha to do, but who does the Alpha turn to?

I keep thinking back to how we got here and this is all because a man couldn’t handle being rejected. That tiny detail; that spark that caused the inferno is so minor that it’s laughable. While we don’t go to rejection as the first choice, rejections do happen. Dominic couldn’t handle a simple rejection and his actions have become a domino effect for all we are dealing with now.

Brooklyn has finally had a small break in her sobbing and is breathing heavily with sleep. I’m standing in her doorway, watching her and hoping that her pain will be over soon. The problem with that is that no one, not even Melanie, has any idea how long she will be gone. It’s going to be a long journey on top of everything else Brooklyn is trying to deal with. As a father and an Alpha, I feel extremely helpless. I’m supposed to be someone for people to lean on and at this point, I can’t even give my daughter a peaceful night of rest.

~Frederick~

I’m past the point of impatience. I can’t stand having to wait to get what I want. The people around me are incompetent and I’ve about had it. That b***h…….that b***h Stella is working my last f**king nerve. She is not as helpful as she first made herself out to be. I thought she had connections, but I was wrong. She knows just as much as I know and the supposed implant that she has, has not been in contact. For all I know, they don’t even exist.

On top of all that, she has been trying her best to get in my bed. I mean I literally found her in my bed buck ass naked. Now, don’t get me wrong, she is kind of cute and her body is decent. I’m no stranger to women throwing themselves at me and I do indulge; quite often. Maybe it’s just my morals. I had to internally chuckle at that one. Imagine, me, with morals. I just think there is something weird about sleeping with my son’s former mate. That is just a little too close to home for my taste.

A knock on the door breaks me out of m thoughts. “Enter.” The door opens slowly and the stench of fear is making me want to puke. I know that I rule with an iron fist, but to be so weak is beyond me. I’d have more respect if there was way more confidence in everything said and done. I would be sure to smah that down, but I’d still like to see it initially there. “Uh….sir…..I…..uh” This is so damn infuriating.

“Get on with it!” I really just want to rip Talon’s throat out, but if I do that, it would make things harder on myself. Talon slinks into the room more so that he is standing in front of me.

“We have the information we need to get them…..finally.” I perk up at this; it’s what I’ve been waiting for. “We can have him go to her office and we can get them from there. We can’t, safely, travel to and from their territory so this will have to be better.” I nod in agreement. The world has changed over the last few years and one can never be too careful.”

“Is there a solid plan to get him to her office?” Talon’s eyes travel all around the room until they settle back on me.

“Uh, almost.” This is beyond infuriating. How do you have a plan, yet not have a plan at the same time? It makes absolutely no sense to me and further explains why those around me are driving me insane. I could fly off the handle right now, but I decide not to. It isn’t that it isn't deserved, It’s just that I plan on taking things into my own hands, but I don't need Talon to know this. He can continue doing what he has been and I will swoop in when needed.

“I want this done in the next few days. I don’t want to wait any longer.” Talon nods to me and walks out of the room as quickly as he can. I need to come up with a backup plan of my own. I have learned that you can’t always rely on the help and I need to make sure I hold on to that lesson.

My door flies open and Stella makes her way in like she owns the room. “So, what’s the plan?” I swear I want to rip her f**king throat out. I don’t understand what my son saw in her, fated mate or not. She is beyond ridiculous and I can’t even imagine sticking myself into her let alone creating a life with her. I don’t answer, but just watch her. She sits in a chair opposite me and watches me like I’m watching her.

We sit in silence for an undetermined amount of time, neither of us speaking. I’m not sure what is going on in her head, but I’m imagining all of the many ways that I can end her life. I have had some interesting thoughts because I like to be creative. Stella stands up and walks over to me slowly. I don’t move or react in any way. Stella stands between my legs and she leans in slightly to caress my face. I don’t move and the contact with her sends a shiver down my spine, but not a good one.

My stillness gives Stella the wrong impression because she straddles my legs to sit in my lap. Her arms go around my neck, yet I still don’t move. “I’m glad we are teaming up. I feel that we can get a lot accomplished by working together. I’m also great at helping to relieve stress. I know how stressful it can be to be in charge.” Stella looks at me with lust in her eyes and if she were anyone else, I’d probably indulge. There is no way I will go there with this woman.

“If you want to continue to live, you will remove yourself from me and get out of my face.” Stella stalls for a minute, I’d assume trying to see if I were joking. When she realizes that I’m serious, she jumps off of me and heads to the door. “Stella?” She stops with her hand on the doorknob, but doesn’t turn around. “Let’s not let this happen again.” Stella leaves the room, slamming the door on the way out.