Finding Reece (#1)

Chapter 13

I cry the entire way to my parent's house.

God, I hate pregnancy hormones. Reece will most likely have contacted Charlie and informed him about the situation. Which would explain why there is a truck behind me.

Once I reach my destination, I step out of the car and head inside. When Mom sees me walk in and the expression on my face, she hugs me and leads me into the kitchen where she is cooking dinner. Dad must be with Nash.

I don't bother looking at my phone when it rings. I'm not ready to talk to him. He doesn't trust me and I can't change that. He doesn't understand the effect of keeping things from me. Not only does he shut me out, but he also makes me feel like he can't confide in me. I didn't even confront him about Angelique as I intended.

Mom and I are baking cookies when Dad arrives. He is alone when he comes into the kitchen. When I catch his eye, the expression on his face softens.

"What are you doin' here, kiddo? Where's that man of yours?"

"Reece... he.. uh..," I hesitate, not knowing how to address the issue.

Mom pipes up. "They had a fight. She left him."

Dad's eyes go cold, his face hard. "What did he do?" His tone is sinister.

"Dad-"

"What did that little fucker do?" He demands. I flinch at his tone.

"Asher, honey, you need to calm down," Mom says wrapping her arms around him. He relaxes instantly from her touch and leans in to kiss her.

Eww.

"What did he do, November?" Asher asks again, gently this time.

"He's keeping something from me and won't tell me what it is, because he doesn't trust me," I say quietly. They don't need to know about the situation with Angelique, especially with Reece still oblivious to it.

"That's bullshit. You are the most trustworthy person I know besides your mother and Nash. He promised me that he would take care of you."

"Thank you, but I really don't want to talk about it or Reece. He made his point loud and clear," I say dismissively, though it hurts to even think about it. The subject is dropped.

Once Nash arrives, we eat dinner and afterward, I head upstairs to my bedroom. I take a shower, washing my hair and body before stepping out. I dress in plaid pajama shorts and a black tank top before getting into bed. My phone rings just as I'm about to fall asleep. Not bothering to look, I answer, not knowing who is on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Baby," Reece says, relieved.

"What do you want, Reece? It's late."

"I want you to come home. You shouldn't have left. I love you. Please, just...just come home," he begs. I don't respond. "November?"

"No. I am not coming home. Not until I think through things properly and thoroughly. Goodnight, Reece." I hang up, not caring that he is yelling at me not to.

I can't do this anymore.

* * *

Alpha Reece Teller-

November hung up on me. I know I messed up, but I didn't know the extent of the hurt I inflicted on her. I need to find a way to make it up and show her I trust her. I miss her and I can't stand the fact that she's not here; that I f****d up this much. She's my best friend and I've hurt her.

I go to my office to try getting some work done, but my mind always ventures to her. I can't sleep either, so I decide to go for a run. It's different running without her. We always end up goofing around when we run together.

When I come home to the empty house, I finally get to sleep. Without November in this bed, I feel lonely and finally realize how she feels when I'm not there for her or our babies.

I'm going to fix this and win her forgiveness even if I don't deserve it.

* * *

Two Days Later...

November Hendrix-

I wake up to the sound of yelling. I frown and throw the covers back. Walking down the stairs, I notice it's more than one person yelling.

I hear Asher yell a moment later. "You f*****g hurt my girl. What makes you think you are getting anywhere near her?"

Frak.

Reece is here.

"Because I f****d up and I love her like my next breath. She won't talk to or see me and I don't know what to do," Reece says, sounding absolutely lost. I find them in the kitchen along with my mom and Nash, who are both quiet.

Reece must have heard me come in or smelled my scent because his head turns towards me. He looks like s**t. There are dark circles under his eyes, which are dull and lifeless, and his thick hair is disheveled from running his fingers through it.

"November-" Dad starts.

"What are you doing here? I told you I don't want to see you," I ask Reece.

"I'm here to take you home, where you belong. Where I can take care of you and our pups," he says, walking towards me. He stops about a foot away.

"I... no, Reece. I can't do that. Not until I can think us through and you tell me what has been bothering you."

He looks down at me with pain in his eyes and says, "Okay. I'll tell you."