Lily and James (werewolf novel) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 0147

(James POV)

I arrived back at the packhouse around 9:30 in the morning. Unsurprisingly, my mother and Margie were waiting for me in the front sitting room. I walked right by the two of them, intent on heading straight to my room in the alpha suite. I was not in the mood for a confrontation right now. Of course, they had different plans. They stood and hurriedly blocked my path to the staircase. "Where have you been?"

my mother demanded. "Good morning to you too, Mother,"

I responded, trying to keep my tone as casual as possible. "And good morning to you as well, Margle. Margie glared at me. "Where have you been, James?"

she asked coldly. I shrugged. "Out and about."

"Where?"

she repeated. "Oh, you know. Here and there. Trying to find out how many other she-wolves I can impregnate without sleeping with them. I figure two is just child’s play. I need to beef it up to at least three or four pups by spring, don’t you think?

And then by summer perhaps I can aim to have my own personal basketball team."

"James!"

my mother gasped. "That is not funny!"

"What’s wrong, Mother?

Are you worried that you will make an even worse grandmother than mother?"

I taunted. My mother recoiled as though I had hit her. I saw the hurt flash through her eyes. Good. Margie, as usual, was oblivious to my mother’s reaction. "If Stephanie was still alive, she would never approve of you whoring yourself out,"

Margie stated angrily. Wow, really?

Knowing what I know now, Margie sounds even denser than she has sounded in the past. "Oh, right. I am so sorry, Margie. I completely forgot. Stephanie, the saint, the virgin, the respecter of all things sacred and true."

I rolled my eyes, making sure both Margie and my mother saw me do so. "How boring."

Margie reached out and slapped me, hard. I rubbed my cheek and smirked. Margie has definitely gotten bolder in the past two months. I hope she enjoys her power while she still can. "Margie!"

my mother exclaimed. Margie turned and glared at my mother. "Are you okay with your son talking to us like that, Jane?