-Dean P.O.V.-
I do the same as I have done for the past 10 long weeks. I sit in my office at work, snapping at anybody who dares to get on my bad side.
I feel so low. My brain has turned to mush and my heart has a deep fissure right down the middle.
My wolf hates me. He spends his time snapping at me and shouting profanities in my head.
I know it's my fault.
I'm too proud. I have an image to uphold and the situation I've been put in is likely to ruin my status.
Oh for heavens sake!
Why didn't Lizzie know I was her mate when we started our 'arrangement'?
If she had found out then, we wouldn't be in this mess!
She wouldn't be working, so wouldn't have met Holden. That jackass!
Seriously?!
Now I sit here, wallowing in my self pity, and all I can think about is Lizzie!
I can see her in my head, her wonderful features clocked to memory.
Her long chestnut waves of smooth silky hair, her flawless pale skin, bright blue eyes and blush pink lips, with a natural sexy pout.
Her tight curved body--the perfect hour glass figure--with perky natural breasts which fit my hands perfectly, and an ass that won't quit. Seriously, it's pert, round and gropable.
Even thinking about it makes me hard!
Damn, why does my mate have to be so perfect?
Why did I know her for almost 2 years before finding out who she actually is to my wolf and I.
Why did I not just claim her as my mate when we started our arrangement. We didn't know who our mate was, we didn't feel a connection with anybody apart from Lizzie. I should've known!
What a f*****g i***t!
Lizzie was my submissive for 18 whole months, 18 incredible and intense months of submission.
My wolf hated us causing her pain, but it was a such a turn on to watch her snowy skin turn pink under my hands... or belt... or cane. You get the picture.
"Mr Law, there's a man on line one. A private call." My secretary, Georgina, calls through the intercom.
I sigh, and answer the call. "Law."
"Mr Law. Hello. I just thought I'd introduce myself before I take over." A sneering male voice sounds over the line.
"Excuse me?" I snap "Who the f**k are you?"
"Mr Law, I am your replacement. The one who will be having the life you shouldn't have rejected." The guy says with a chuckle. "f*****g i***t!"
I am now seeing red. "To what are you referring to?"
"That sexy pert ass and God, those t**s! To think... I get to sleep with her every night."
"Though, in all honesty, those scars you left her with have my wolf and I very angry!"
My mouth drops open, f**k!
Lizzie!
Shit!
"She does not belong with you!" I all but roar. "She is MINE!"
The guy just laughs. "She isn't though! You and that fucker Holden rejected her. Rejected her when she needed you the most!"
"Oh if only you knew what you'd left behind!" "Luckily I'm here to oversee!"
"The funny thing is, I came back in search of Alpha Holden's mate to take down the pack for my master and what did I find? The girl that I wanted to f**k since we were teenagers!"
"Oh yes, I get that everyday and every night. I'm going to take advantage of it before I kill her and her mangey pup!"
My heart stops.
Oh s**t.
Wait, what? Pup?
"Pup?!" I gasp.
"Oh yes, Mr Law. Some pathetic spawn! Nothing to worry about, don't worry. You'll be rid of her and the pup soon enough." The line goes dead.
FUCK!
My mate is in danger, and I forced her into his open arms.
I am out of my office in a flash. "Georgina, cancel my meetings! I'm out!" I call over my shoulder as I run out the door.
~*~
-Holden P.O.V.-
I'm isolating myself in the office at the pack house. My home.
I don't want to see anyone, deal with anything or do anything.
I want to be alone.
I want to wallow.
Why the hell did I walk out?
Fucking t**t!
My pride got in the way of what I truly wanted. Lizzie. Only Lizzie.
I want her back, but I'm scared she would reject me after the way I behaved, the way I treated her.
She deserves better.
I should've been better.
Locked in my thoughts, I ignore the ruckus that's going on outside the office.
I just want to wallow, and try to form a plan of action to get my mate back.
What could I do?
What could I say?
Just as I start thinking, my office door opens with a loud bang.
I snap my head up to see none other than Dean stood there with an angry look on his face. He's fuming, with six of my pack wolves stood behind him, unsure of how to act.
"Holden. We have to talk... NOW!"
I sigh, I guess this was coming.
If I'm in pain, Dean must be as well.
"Alright, come in. You can leave us." I state to him and my pack.
They nod and shut the door, leaving Dean and I to ourselves.
"So to what do I owe this pleasure?" I ask, sounding bored.
Dean groans. "Lizzie is with some tosser who is using her to get to you. They're dating! On top of that, she's pregnant! The guy called me at work and started sprouting off all this s**t about killing her and the pup to get to you, and now me as well. He's a royal piece of work."
My wolf howls inside my head, throwing himself around, trying to get out and kill whatever fucker is using, dating and planning to kill our mate.
"Fuck." I whisper.
"f**k doesn't cover it Holden!" Dean snaps.
I place my head in my hands. "Maybe we could talk to her? Make her see sense?" I suggest.
Dean shakes his head. "Supposedly, they've been friends since they were teenagers. They obviously have trust and compassion for each other."
"Double fuck." I groan.
Whatever we do, we have to do it quick before they get serious. Before he tries to make his move.
"What? Lizzie's pregnant?" I ask as it finally weasels its way into the forefront of my mind.
Dean nods. "Yeah. Not sure how far or anything but it's obvious this guy isn't the father. He doesn't give a s**t about the child's wellbeing. He said 'You'll be rid of her and the pup soon enough' so I guess it's one of ours. I have to know if it's mine. I can't sit around not knowing. My wolf is going crazy." He groans, running a hand through his hair with impatience.
Pregnant...
Baby...
Who's the father?
Me or Dean?
Fuck, fuckety, f**k, f**k, f**k!
"Right, time to formulate a plan!" I state, getting on with the matter at hand, thinking of my mate and possibly my child's safety.