Chosen Just To Be Rejected by Jennifer Francis novel Chapter 21

Part 2: A Hiccup

Parker

Over the next two days, he found Carina was loud, and clicked around the place in those high heels of hers everywhere she went, even in their suite. He’d gone so far as to hand her a pair of soft–soled ballet flats, because his hearing couldn’t take it anymore, he could hear her coming from the other end of the packhouse. That woman never just walked normally.

Carina had stared at them and then looked at him and stated “What do you want me to do with those hideous things?” Wouldn’t even take them from his hand. “I’m not wearing them, if that is what you expect.

She’d folded her arms across her chest and shaken her head no.

“Your clicking around in heels is killing my wolf’s hearing.”

“Then lay carpet. I’m not giving up my heels for you.” she’d told him and walked away, muttered something about shoes like that were for Omegas.

The only time she was quiet was when she was sleeping. It seems his peaceful, quiet life had gone out the window with Carina being his Luna. She was very vocal in voicing her likes and dislikes, wants and needs. Regardless of where she was or who it was aimed at.

To the point where he’d gotten in his car and gone into the city an hour away to get some peace and quiet and some work done. He knew that he should stay close to her because she’d go into heat soon, and he needed to be there for that, to sort out her needs.

But he also needed peace and quiet to focus on his job, to make the multitude of phone calls he had to make every day to manage his conglomerate, and he just couldn’t get it in the packhouse. Belladonna had never clicked around in heels, that woman had run through that pack a million times, and he’d barely heard it, sneakers on all the time.

Not even in his Alpha’s office could he get peace and quiet. He’d close the door to indicate he didn’t want to be interrupted, his pack knew better, but Carina would just barge on it when she wanted to, didn’t even knock, just banged the door open and only held her tongue if he was on the phone midconversation.

He’d found himself glaring at her quite a bit and when he got off the phone she’d still be standing there ** You need a do not disturb sign.” She’d stated after the fourth time she’d done it.

“If the door is closed, there’s a reason for it. It stands open if I’m not busy.” He’d told her.

“Well, I don’t know your rules.”

“I’ve given you the pack’s handbook, and we’ve discussed the door being closed before.”

“Oh, I forgot. My bad.” She’d shrugged it off.

She never really wanted anything important, just to know where he was, or who he was talking to, he thought, and she could do that with a simple mind–link or check of the pack tether, but never did. Now

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after last night, he was even more frustrated with her. He had lost his first she–wolf, during a difficult childbirth, the first one in eight years.

It had not only devastated that family, but Annette was also down–and–out right this minute, she’d sobbed down the mind–link ‘not one in eight years‘. He’d gone off to see her, and she’d looked up at him with a shake of her head ‘not one was struggling with it herself.

The she wolves family were also devastated, and her mate was now grieving. He’d heard from Shannon who’d gone down and tried to help out with it at Annette’s request, that her mate had sobbed from his place on the floor ‘why isn’t Bella here, she could have stayed as a pack doctor. Why’d the Alpha send her away?’ He had looked up at Shannon grief stricken, hadn’t, from Shannon’s knowledge, even held his new pup yet.

He’d gone off to talk to her himself about that very response. She’d looked at him. It was late by this stage, and she was in their bed, sleeping comfortably. He’d had to wake her, she’d not even, from what he could tell, done a Luna Blessing or tried to comfort those in the hospital. It was at this point all on Shannon.

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