“You’re out of line, Caleb,” Trey growled, his anger sparking so hard his eyes started to swirl.
When Ren gasped, sounding hurt, my usually calm and easy-going little brother snarled even louder and rose, displaying a temper that shocked me to the core.
“Just saying it like it is. Ren isn’t Walker pack born, and folks around here don’t like her. That’s not good for your career, and honestly, it wouldn’t be fair to Ren. They’d tear her apart, never mind your groupies.” I huffed, turning to look at Ren.
When I didn’t see her, I turned again, bewildered.
That was until a fist slammed into my face and knocked me out.
“That’s for making Ren cry, fucker.” Trey snarled right before everything turned dark.
Chapter 17 Ren
“M
otherfu…!”
I panted, pausing with my hand on the fridge, when another ripple worked through me. My womb clenched and burned, my clit throbbing mercilessly.
I was so angry even my wolf wouldn’t come out, which was fine with me because it seemed to be helping the heat I was in. Trust me to go into heat now, I thought, grabbing a tub of cookie dough ice cream from the freezer before I stalked to the couch and flopped down with a curse.
I was pissed off and struggling to keep myself from having a fit. Part of me wanted to burst into a rage and break something, but I recognized that it was the heat being driven by my anger.
Mostly hurt.
I snarled at my wolf, inner voice—whoever! At this point, I wasn’t sure who I was talking to anymore, and that just made it worse. My heart hurt, my pride hurt, and I was angry at life. First, Caleb hurt my feelings, and now I was in heat. I didn’t need this.
“Why do these things always happen to me?” I yelled, scraping the dregs of the ice cream onto my spoon and hating that it was almost finished.
Like I needed to run out of ice cream on top of everything else. Because that was fair!
Renny, life isn’t fair.
“Shut up,” I muttered because I wasn’t in a good place, and the last thing I wanted was to sit here and argue with myself.
I was in the grip of heat, and the only thing that was helping me was the anger. Yes, it fed the heat in a way, but it was also helping me maintain some semblance of control, and I couldn’t lose that. If I did, I’d be a writhing mess, and with the attraction I felt for Caleb, I was terrified I’d get to the point of considering him to ease this.
It would kill me if, in my desperation, I went over there. I couldn’t. Mostly, I wouldn’t because reminding myself that he wouldn’t ease my heat wasn’t a lie. He’d probably reject me, lock his doors and watch me writhe in pain while telling me I was a ‘mistake’.
You’re getting awfully upset again.
“I am upset! What is wrong with me? Why do I like him? He’s an ass.” I huffed.
Honey, you like him for a lot of reasons, most of which include his body, his sex appeal, and the mystery that surrounds him.
“No mystery there. Not anymore.” I grumbled. “He’s just an asshole,” I repeated because I had to keep reminding myself.
Well, yeah.
“Stop agreeing with me,” I whined. “You’re supposed to say things that annoy me and keep my temper boiling. I can’t get down to a simmer, or the heat will take over. This is the first time it’s happened that I’m not a mindless pile of lust and need. The anger is helping.”
Babe, you’re hurt. Let’s be real here and face the truth. You’re upset because Caleb licked your—
“Don’t want to talk about that.” I cut in, shutting down her line of thought because I seriously didn’t need to go there.
Well, too bad. He went down on you and then dropped it like it was hot. These things happen.
“I don’t want them to happen. What I want is for people not to use me and hurt my feelings. Is that too much to ask?” I asked, scraping the very last spoon of ice cream and moaning when there was nothing more to focus on at the bottom of the tub.