Page 10 of Tamed Wolf

I splay my hands over my belly, knowing this baby is far too small to feel yet, but I know this is going to change everything again. Maybe they’ll treat me better once I give them a kid, because they have mentioned on multiple occasions how badly they want one, and since I’m the only fated mate they get, I’m the only one that can provide that for them. In that, I’m valuable.

But what happens once this kid is born? Will I become something they still want to hang around?

Some days my mind gets so dark that it’s hard to remember what it felt like before I met them when I had friends to hang out with and activities I could enjoy. Now all I’m really allowed to do is follow them around and hang out in their office and take dance classes so I can understand how hard the women in their club actually work.

That happened when I complained too many times about the attention my mates show some of the girls that work for them; I’m not dumb, I know there’s no way they’re faithful. I don’t think they’ve ever been.

In fact, I’ve figured out that they’ve pretty much slept with other women while I’m on the phone with them or in the other room doing paperwork for them, but I’m not allowed to chastise them for it because they tell me I can’t keep up with their needs.

In truth, it’s starting to feel a lot like relief when they’re with someone else because that’s one less orgasm I have to fake for them, one less time I have to get on my back for them and pretend to enjoy the awful way they touch me.

They think they’re sex gods, but if my experiences are what good sex feels like, it’s the single most over-hyped thing in this world.

They’re sweet occasionally, but most times they make me feel like a drain on their resources.

I’m looking pretty good and jaded for being 17, aren’t I?

If my friends could see me now, pregnant at 17 and with no prospects for the future, I’m sure they’d have a field day with it. They’d have enough gossip material to last them until graduation and then some.

“Lark, you coming out? Breakfast is getting cold. We need to leave soon; we don’t have time to pander to you being lazy today.”

Maybe I can just hide the pregnancy from them for a while and hope that I can figure something out.

I splash water on my face and stuff the pregnancy test into my shoe, because while they provided it, they don’t need to know I had cause to use it.

“Sorry, I can just eat on the way. I know you have a big meeting about the new property. I’m ready to go,” I tell Trevor as I open the door. Avoiding conflict has become a big hobby of mine.

“You’re not fucking eating in my car. Last time there were crumbs all over the seat from you. I’m not dealing with that again. Let’s just go, I’ll feed you later.”

I nod at him and follow him downstairs, passing by the clean kitchen. This means they didn’t even save me any food; they didn’t plan on feeding me. They’ve complained a few times about my weight, so I think they’re trying to force me to lose a few pounds.

Before we even get to the door though Ivan is laying on the horn, being rude as fuck as he makes sure I know he’s ready to go.

I take off down the stairs and hop in back, because goddess forbid they let their mate sit in front, buckling in and combing through my hair before they start commenting about how I look like shit.

When we reach the end of the driveway, Ivan slams on the brakes, skidding to avoid the mailbox that belongs to one of the neighbors.

My heart sinks to my stomach, because I didn’t think about how my scent might have changed or how obvious it would be in this incredibly small space.

Sure enough, both sets of eyes swing my way, accusatorily. “You’re pregnant. I fucking hope you haven’t realized yet, because you know you’re supposed to tell us the second you find out.”

“I-I am? How do you know?”

“You’re fucking lying,” Ivan snarls. “Your top lip twitches when you try to fake your way through something. You trying to make us look dumb? Is that it? You think we’re stupid, don’t you?”

“You know I don’t think anything like that. I just found out, okay? I’m kind of freaking out about it. It’s a big change, and I’m still really young. I don’t think a lot of girls hope to become teen moms.”

“Well, most girls don’t have us for mates,” Trevor whips at me. “Is that why you were taking so long in the bathroom? You were taking a pregnancy test, weren’t you? Where the fuck did you hide it? We’re already late, don’t make us more so.”

We’re not late at all actually, but I can’t point that out.

Hoping to cut my punishment, I slip the test out of my shoe and pass it forward, but that was the wrong choice.

When Ivan speaks again, it’s with a terrifying deadly calm tone to his voice that I just know is going to haunt me later. “The fact that you knew to hide that tells me everything I need to fucking know. You weren’t planning on telling us, were you? What was your grand plan? Run the second we had our backs turned? How far you think you would have gotten without any money? Hmm? A pretty little thing like you? You think some benevolent stranger would have just stepped forward and solved all your problems? Taken you in and made you feel good about your situation?”

Tears are welling up and I hate that they can still stir such shame in me because somewhere in my chest I know I don’t deserve this treatment, but they’re also right that I had nefarious intentions with hiding it from them.

“Maybe we should just leave her and watch her flounder. Let other idiots take a shot at her. Is that what you were hoping for, mate? You want some other wolves to sweep you off your feet and fuck you? You think they’d be impressed with the way you flop on your back and stay completely inanimate when you’re getting fucked? Why do you think we hook up with so many other women? You’re a lousy fucking lay. The only use you are to us is that pup.”

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