“I need to pee.” A female voice from the back of the car spoke up for the third or fourth time since we had set off. This was turning into a fucking joke. I am sure she was intentionally trying to irritate me. I glared at her through the rear-view mirror.
“Are you fucking kidding?!” I snapped. “Didn’t you just go?!”
She simply shrugged, a small smirk upon her lips. “Well, I need to go again. I have a small bladder, and I drank a lot when we ate. Unless you want me to pee in the car, of course.” She repeated her words from earlier, and I quickly pull up at the side of the road to allow her to get out to go and pee. Her and her fucking toilet breaks were doing nothing but delaying us further, and I think she fucking knew it too.
“She needs to quit with this, or next time I fucking leave her, got it?!” I snarled to the others, knowing they would not want to leave her behind, and they all nodded, though not one of them said a word. They all know that I needed their help; and it drove me crazy that right now I was so dependant on someone else. I was an upcoming Alpha, I was the one others usually turned to. I was the one others looked up to. Not someone that needs help from others...
“Right he got back to me. He asked what happens if she is hurt?” he asked tentatively, and my eyes turned to him fiercely. That better not mean what I think it does.
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