Chapter 6
“We haven’t gotten ourselves into trouble in like … four days.
Famous last words.” ~Jacque
Jacque narrowed her eyes on her irate friend. Jen looked more like a frightened beast than a woman three days out from having a baby. But then again, Jacque thought, perhaps those two things are one in the same.
“Female, please calm down,” Decebel said, his voice taking on the Alpha quality that worked on the rest of his packmates. But it wouldn’t work on Jen.
“Does he have a maiming wish?” Sally asked. “I mean, like, does he have some sick fetish where his bat snitch crazy mate claws his eyes out while yelling, ‘I know I had a baby, dumbass’?”
“Don’t forget about the part where she’d remind him that she couldn’t possibly forget she had a baby because she pushed it out of her v****a,”
