The defiant mate by Fennifer Francis novel Chapter 4

Nathan POV

The woman was completely infuriating. Today was the deadline, the 3rd day since her company had signed for the letter. Why had she not called? Was she so stupid that she thought he wouldn’t follow through? It was getting late. He knew there was a time zone difference of 3 hours, so he had to give her till 5pm her time, which was 8pm his time, he looked at his watch. It was a quarter to 8 now. She wasn’t going to call, she was going to force his hand.

Jackson was leaning casually on the wall next to his desk, his regular haunt, and was watching him pace back and forth behind his desk “She’ll call” he stated simply, seemingly knowing what he was thinking. “Its Jay-la,”

“Time’s running out”. He snapped. If she didn’t call, he would have to follow through even if he didn’t want to. Havoc was annoyed with him because of the official order and the threat it contained, and was currently not speaking with him over it. His wolf had seemed to have changed lately.

His irritation at her lack of response was driving anger into him by the minute. Havoc, though not speaking to him, was prowling around inside his mind. Nathan didn’t believe she was going to call, she had a new life away from the pack, away from them, away from him. If he was totally honest with himself, he had half expected her to sever ties with the pack from her end and run, making him physically hunt her down. Which he would have, Havoc did love a good hunt and she was something he had enjoyed chasing once upon a time. Yet she hadn’t done so. Didn’t mean that she wouldn’t in the next 10 minutes.

The door to his office opened and, in strolled his father Blaine, he looked at Nathan pacing around, at Jackson watching him, felt the atmosphere in the room and sighed “what’s going on, son?”

“Jay-la, I gave her 3 days to contact and 7 days to come in.” he snapped, not really wanting to explain himself, he no longer had too, he’d been the Alpha for the past 2 years now. It was more of a courtesy comment out of respect for him being his father and former Alpha.

“You didn’t send the black envelope, did you son?” Blaine sounded annoyed with him.

“Yes” was all he said. He watched as his father’s blue eyes turned to focus on Jackson, his Beta, for confirmation, as though he thought his son was lying to him. When Jackson nodded his head, anger rolled off the former Alpha.

“Why on this goddess-gifted earth we’re standing on, would you do that?” both his hand were in his hair pulling at it in what appeared to be utter frustration.

Now he felt like he had to explain “She wouldn’t come home, when I requested politely. Rejected all requests…Bloody 3 of them she ignored. HOW DARE SHE!” he yelled the last part. He couldn’t help himself. He was the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, and she was still a member of this pack, his pack and therefore his to command and order as he saw fit and she dared to ignore him. Actually, she actively defied him, when he had reached out an olive branch and told her to come home.

His fists balled and he slammed one down on the corner of his desk to let out his frustration at her damned defiance. She would never have even thought of so much as saying no to him, once upon a time, it had always been yes, to anything he had asked her to do, along with a sweet smile and a playful wink.

But not now, it seemed. She has changed over the years. He was ready to explode his rage into the room. It wouldn’t take much glancing at his watch 2 minutes.

Jackson’s phone rang while Nathan was glaring at his office phone. Ring damn it he willed it. The sound of Jackson’s phone was what pushed him over the edge. How dare anyone interrupt him during this time! He heard Jackson answer his phone in that lazy, laid back tone that he hated so much, “Hello, Beta Jackson speaking.”

His anger ripped out of him and he yelled “Send the worst of the worst and drag her ass home.” both his fists hit his desk, he heard it c***k, didn’t care.

Jackson stopped talking and stared right at him. He could feel his father’s eyes on him as well. Jackson’s eyes returned to his phone and he shook his head and sighed heavily “Well Alpha, that went well.” Then his hard grey eyes were staring at him, practically staring him down. If he was spoiling for a fight. He could have one, the look was damn near a challenge. His next words shocked him “that was Jay-la, she heard what you said, and has hung up. All I got was a gasp filled with fear.”

Now it was Nathan’s turn to run his hands through his hair and pull at it in frustration, and it dawned on him he was just like his father in so many ways. He closed his eyes. “Call her back, right now.” he demanded, trying not to kick the nearest thing to him.

Havoc was fuming inside him, ‘Look what you did now.’

Nathan stood watching as Jackson hit the number to call her back. Only to realise on the phone it actually stated Jay-la, that bastard had her number all this time. Oh he was going to get punched in the face after this was over. They could have called her and he wouldn’t have exploded and said what he had said.