A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 07

A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 07

As I clocked out of work that evening, my phone buzzed with a rare call from Blake.

The background was deafeningly loud, but he didn’t speak.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

Still, silence.

“If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up.”

I disconnected the call, but he dialed back instantly.

After repeating this cycle three times, I understood his silent command.

Letting out a defeated sigh, I said, “Send me the address. I’ll come pick you up.”

Blake was clearly drunk.

When he drank too much, he became uncharacteristically clingy. He wouldn’t show it outwardly, but the moment I stepped away for more than a few minutes, he would quietly obsess over finding me.

Trinity had witnessed him like this before and had joked miserably, “The lonely old Alpha is online again. Tessa, just bear with him.”

In reality, Blake was only five years older than me.

A pin location popped up on my screen.

I opened it and found it was a high-end club on the border of the Stagford territory—a place popular among male wolves that offered a variety of gray-area entertainment.

I started the car and drove out into the night, rolling the windows all the way down.

The freezing night air whipped into the cabin.

My inner wolf’s bitter, grieving voice echoed clearly in my mind.

He only looks for you when he needs something. We’re like a stray to him—
called over with a snap of his fingers, thrown away with a wave of his hand.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

I was going to demand a divorce. I couldn’t wait another day.

When I arrived at the club and pushed open the VIP lounge door, a female
Omega in a revealing slip dress was kneeling directly before Blake.

She suggestively traced a finger over the lighter resting beside his hand. “Alpha
Blake, I can spark this lighter using only my lips. Would you like to see?”

Blake was slouched back against the leather booth.

He lacked every ounce of the pristine dignity he displayed during the day. His tie
was crumpled and discarded on the seat, and the top two buttons of his collar
were undone, revealing a messy line of skin.

He shifted his eyes toward me, answering her smoothly, “Ask her.”

The Omega spun around, offering a sweet, artificial smile. “And who might this
be?”

“My Luna.” Blake murmured.

The Omega’s smile faltered instantly. She scrambled to her feet and vanished
from the room.

Trinity was also present in the corner. She immediately stood up to explain,
“Tessa, it’s a friend’s birthday today. Don’t worry, Blake was perfectly behaved
tonight. He didn’t let a single she-wolf touch so much as a thread of his
clothes.”

I didn’t care.

My attention was locked entirely on Blake’s right knuckles.

They were noticeably swollen, bruised and tracing faint lines of dried blood.

It was the unmistakable mark of brute force. Yet, it lacked the horrific tearing
patterns left by fights with rogues.

I had no idea what he had done tonight.

Seeing my gaze, Trinity filled in the blanks. “I heard about what happened at the office today. Blake stood in the parking lot all afternoon waiting for that bastard Peter to walk out. The second he did, Blake threw a sack over his head and beat him to a pulp.”

“Aside from border skirmishes, he hasn’t raised a hand against a packmate since high school,” Trinity teased, her voice trailing off. “The first exception in a decade, and it was for you.”

She was clearly trying to patch the rift between us.

But I found myself entirely hollowed out of words.

I took a step toward him and said quietly, “Let’s go home.”

He offered a low, rough murmur. “Yeah.”

Suddenly, he reached out, locking his searing palm around my hand as he pulled himself up.

I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn’t pull away.

The drive back to the Pack House was completely silent.

Yet, the moment we crossed the threshold—before I could even reach for the light switch—he slammed me hard against the hallway wall.

“Are you still going to throw a tantrum with me?” his voice rasped, his lips pressing directly against the curve of my ear.

His hot breath fanned against my skin, sending a violent shiver down my spine.

“It was just a pup,” he whispered rough against my neck. “If you want one that badly, we can just make another. Am I infertile, or are you? Is it really worth freezing me out for this long?”

Before Blake could press his lips any lower, I spoke, my voice entirely flat.

“Blake.”

“Let’s dissolve our mate bond.”