Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 30

***Maria's POV***

After the reveal of Wolfie's loss and his little fit, we sat in a car ride almost as painful as the first one.

This one was just worse.

  I had his possible pain over his lost brother in the back of my mind.

In addition to that, Wolfie decided not to have a driver, so it would just be me and him on the way back.

  Said he had things to "discuss" with me.

We've been sitting in a suffocating silence for the past two hours and I'm honestly starting to wish he would just get to the point. The tension is killing me.

I keep catching him shooting me glances.

Or is he catching me?

I don't know, but he's holding onto the steering wheel so tight I'm surprised his fingers haven't fallen off. He's white knuckled and glaring straight ahead, save for when he switched his glare to me.

  He's pissed.

  Tired of holding my breath over the anticipation, I looked to him.

  Clearing my throat, I started slowly, "Um, so. . . We —"

  "Shut up."

  I stared at him for a few seconds, "Listen I —"

  "No, YOU listen. If you don't shut the f**k up, I'll make you!" his head whipped in my direction. Now I can see his eyes glowing gold.

  I sat in shocked silence for a few seconds.

  Okay this is honestly just pissing me off now.

  He's the one who said we had things to discuss, isn't he?

  "Yeah, good luck with that," I grumbled with an eye roll, looking back out the window.

  The car slammed to a stop.

  . . . Crap.

  Wolfie shot out of the car and slammed the door with so much force the whole thing shook.

  He stormed to my side, and I squished myself as close to the opposite end as possible.

  For a split second when he was ripping the door open, I felt a hint of fear.

  But that's what I needed to snap back into reality. I'm not someone who's scared of a little wolf throwing a tantrum. Even if that wolf happens to be an alpha.

  What I'm not too sure about though, is when that wolf is an alpha and my mate.

Alphas are obviously good @ss fighters, no matter how idiotic they may come off. So I probably don't have much room to go easy on him or hesitate. It might cost me. Besides, I haven't actually seen him fight, and I know better than anyone that underestimating an opponent will NOT end well.

After all, I am a "little girl" fighting dudes that are twice my size. I should know.

  With all this in mind, I froze when he reached in to yank me out of the car.

  What do I do?

  As ignorant and cocky as he is, I don't wanna hurt him.

  And if I did hurt him, then what happens? We have one car and a three hour trip left.

  The thought of taking the car and leaving him here occurred to me, but that would just make trouble back home.

And. . . And he's my mate. I don't think I could bring myself to snap his neck or spine or anything that'll knock him out long enough for me to get a good enough distance away.

  . . . I. . . I don't know how he brings himself to hurt me. Even with as annoying and sassy as I can be.

Well, I'm sorry Wolfie. I'm not the little push over Mistress you were expecting — I mean, Second.

  I mean mate.

  . . . Maybe that's why he doesn't smile at me.

  He gripped my hair and threw me to the ground.

  My heart.

  Okay, it's time to get out of my feels. I flipped the switch and suddenly, he's just another alpha.

  Of course, everyone, even alphas, are human — I don't have a switch for that — but at least he's not my freaking mate.

  I whipped my head in his direction, not hiding how pissed I am.

  "SAY IT AGAIN!" Wolfie screamed in my face.

  His eyes are nothing but gold. His wolf is in charge.

  Having them standing over me, radiating so much rage is triggering my talent and making my senses go crazy.

  Well, so much for the switch.

  I can tell what he's gonna do next without even focusing on it.

  And no, I can't tell the future, everyone like that went extinct years ago. When my talent's activated my reflexes are so keen I know what my opponent will do practically before they do it.

  But I usually have to activate it myself. The fact that it's going on it's own is not a good sign.

  "Good luck with shutting me up!" I repeated what I mumbled in the car. This time, I hollered it in his face.

  I ignored all his ranting that came after and just watched him through my new enhanced perspective. His booming voice was making it feel like my eardrums were about to burst, so I blocked that part out.

That's a good sign.

That I can still block a sense out.

Though, it's getting kind of hard to focus on his flailing arms and face that's so angry it looks like he's starting to shake.

The enhanced colors aren't the problem, but I'm not able to keep my focus from darting from that ant crawling around his shoe and that leaf that keeps twitching.

Not a good sign.

That usually only happens when I'm losing my sh**.

But I've heard of this. When the mate bond has gotten to a certain point, even without marking(especially without marking), vampires' talents go haywire and so do were's wolves.

Bad news for a couple of extremely powerful mates who are at odds with each other.

And of course it's worse for alphas and pure bloods. Why wouldn't it be? With my luck.

Claws digging into my shoulders is what jolted me back to reality.

Oh crap.

Wolfie slammed me hard into a nearby tree and it just made it even harder for me to focus on him. Now the vibrations racking through my body have all my attention.

"I swear to the goddess, if you don't stop tuning me out I will mark and take you right here and now!!" I know he's turning blush red, but through my enhanced eyes, I see the color of hot coals.

"Like h3ll you will!" I yelled back.

My poor ears.

"And if you want me to stop tuning you out! Stop! SCREAMING!" I hollered.

His eyes started flickering from his wolf's crazy gold, to his stormy gray.

Good, he's fighting for control.

He actually listened to me.

He actually cares. . .

After a few seconds of going back and forth, they finally landed how they were in the training area. A swirling mess of gold and silver.

They both have the wheel, so it shouldn't be as violent —

  Wolfie grabbed my neck and held me against the tree that way.

  Oh, never mind. What the h3ll was I thinking? Wolfie hates me just as much as his wolf does.

  How could I let that slip my mind?

. . . I'm gonna f**king cry.

  "How could the Moon Goddess put me with someone like you?" He whispered.

  . . . Heart failure.

  It feels like an explosion just went off in my chest. But, instead of creating havoc, it made everything painfully still.

  "How. . . H-how could you say that to m —"

  "The same way you can not do something as simple as LISTEN," he seethed in my face.

  I can't breathe.

  "It's not that hard. First, you can't even do that, then, you won't just f**king take one for the team, swallow your pride, and SUBMIT!"

  "IT IS NOT THAT HARD!"

  I know for sure my bottom lip is quivering.

  I just wanna curl up in a hole and die.

  I just wanna curl up in a hole until he loves me.

  Who knows which will come first.

  ". . . I'm sorry I'm not the mate you wanted," I whispered.

  The first tear slipped down my face.

  His eyes didn't change from the tornado of gold and silver, which is all the more reason the way they immediately softened was probably a trick of the light.

  I know his grip totally left my throat, though.

  I just wanna find that hole I can crawl into.

  I started dragging my feet towards the car to do just that. I think I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder trying to bring me back, but I can't be sure.

  The tears are falling freely now and I couldn't look back at him if I tried.