Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 41

Benedict Winslow, IV

“Beatrice, explain to me why you continue to insult the Hartwells by not including their two oldest children in your invitations to events in our home,” I say. I’m so fucking tired of dealing with this, of dealing with my mate.

“We have a reputation to uphold, Benedict,” she begins, but I hold up my hand.

“Stop. Now! Benedict has warned you. He spent all day yesterday at the Hartwells making sure that we are still at peace with them. You are going to cause a war with your hatred. This ends NOW, Beatrice. I am done. Let the past die. If I had known that you were going to grow into such an insipid harpy, I never would have taken you as chosen mate.”

It’s harsh, I know. But honestly, she’s the reason I’m so tired. I thought, with time, she’d get over her hatred of Sawyer Clark and Althea Brenner. But once the truth of what happened came out, it was like it lit a fire of hatred and wrath inside my mate. That sickness has only festered over the years and has now been turned onto Althea’s children.

“You think Benedict was at the Hartwells pack making nice with Alpha Roman and Samara?”

“LUNA Samara. Do not forget who she is, Beatrice. She is the most powerful wolf in our time.””Your son is fucking that girl,” she snarls, slapping her hand down on my desk.

“So. What? What difference does it make who he is having sex with? And for the record, I may have smelled her scent on him, but not to the point that they’ve had sex. He respects her, Beatrice. You should take lessons from your son.”

“She is a menace …

“YOU are becoming a menace,” I roar, standing up and facing her. “I am tired of your snide, nasty comments about Alpha Sloane and Alpha Slade. Sawyer didn’t want you. Too. Fucking. Bad! I would have thought that being mated to a Winslow would have felt like a step up. But clearly you are incapable of appreciating what you have and letting go of your resentment toward others. Those pups did nothing to you. Your bitterness is eating away at what little good there is left in you, Beatrice. If you aren’t careful, when Benedict takes over as Alpha next weekend, he’ll eject you from this pack…”

“He wouldn’t dare!”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are pushing him too far, Beatrice. And now, you’re pushing ME too far.”

| lean forward, getting in her face. “I’m tired of being put in the middle of your arguments with Benedict. HE is your future Alpha. If he says he wants you to send a new invite including ALL of the Hartwells, YOU DO IT. Because believe me when I say if he ejects you from this packbecause of your continued slights against them, I won’t hesitate to reject you as my mate. I AM DONE, Beatrice.

Hear me very clearly. I will not tolerate this behavior out of you any longer. ENOUGH!”

“How can you say that to me, Benedict? I am the mother of your pups!”

“Barely. I’m still not even sure how I managed to get you pregnant in the very few times that we’ve ever had sex in our mate bond. You are a cold, bitter woman, Beatrice. I’ve tolerated your cool dismissiveness of me for years. But if you aren’t careful, the only thing that you will have to keep you company at night is your vengeful thoughts.

Sawyer didn’t want you. Too fucking bad. Althea got what you wanted. Too fucking bad. That was nearly two decades ago, Beatrice! Let it go before you lose the only good things that you have in your life. Your stability, your children, your home, and my last name. Do not give Benedict another reason to come to me telling me to deal with you, Beatrice, or you will regret it,” I growl.

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