Chapter 162

Shawna POV

"He can't do that," I tell Lynn as she relays to me what the Alpha has demanded.

"Apparently, he thinks he can," she says in tears on the other end of the line. "I am not sure what I'm going to do, Shawna. I won't stay here. Clint isn't a wolf; he can't fight back against these assholes, even if he is a big man."

"Let me see if Michael can help. Stay strong. Keep packing as if he didn't show up there, okay?" I am nearly begging her. I know my mate has the power to get them help. His father is a good Alpha, but that's not all; Alpha Gabe has a lot of influence, and he can also help us.

We share a few more words, and I encourage her; she finally gives in to my words of advice. She tells me that Clint plans to call Michael later, and we hang up. "Michael," I look across at my mate. "We have to help them. My sister can't have her pup there; the Alpha already threatened to kill her and her mate if she told him about them being wolves. He's going to find out because she won't be able to hide the fact with him demanding she not leave the territory." I filled Michael in on everything my sister told me. He looks deep in thought, tapping his finger on his chin. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes and then picks up his cell phone and dials.

I remain quiet, the butterflies of unease in my stomach as my mate makes his call. "Father," he says. "We have an issue, and I'm afraid we're going to have to call in a favor. Surely you have one owed you from somewhere," he says. Michael stares at me, his expression unreadable as he listens to his father on the other end of the phone. I have no idea what's being said. Michael closes his eyes. When he opens them, his wolf is present, still staring at me. He reaches his other hand across the table and holds it open to me. I place my hand in his, and his long, thick fingers wrap around my much smaller hand. His warmth is soothing me; his wolf must have known I needed it.

I listen as he tells his father a little bit of what Lynn had previously told me about the Alpha of our pack, then he tells him about their plans to leave and the Alpha's unexpected arrival today. My mate is very articulate and calm the entire time. It gives me confidence that he can indeed provide us with some assistance on this problem we were hoping to avoid. When he finally hangs up, he gives me an uneasy smile. "He's going to do what he can, but in the meantime, they need to leave first thing tomorrow if at all possible."

"Lynn said that Clint would call you tonight. She was pretty upset Michael," she glances at her watch. "Maybe we should not wait for his call, maybe just call him?" Michael looks around, the restaurant getting louder as the evening progresses. It's pretty busy and people have started dancing, the band really heating things up. "We should go," I say standing.

"Let me flag the waiter down," Michael says. I nod and point to the restroom sign.

"I'm going to use the ladies room, I will meet you at the front entrance?" I ask.

"Okay babe," he kisses my cheek and I head for the bathroom. Once I'm inside, I use the lavatory and then come out and wash my hands at the sink. I'm smoothing my hair when the hostess from earlier comes in, uses the toilet and then comes out and washes her hands.

"Sooooo," she says suddenly. "Husband, boyfriend, date?"

"What?" I ask as I turn towards her.

"The hot guy you are with, what is he to you?" she smirks. "Seeing if I have a shot or not, in case you aren't interested. He looks like he's packin'", she winks.

"Ewwww, you're gross," I say in disgust. "No self respect at all," I shake my head and turn to walk out. She grabs my arm. Big Mistake. With everything that is going on and my hormones in overdrive, it isn't going to take much to set me off. This woman has hit my last nerve. I turn abruptly, tearing her hand off my arm. Her eyes go big as my wolf pushes forward and my usually blue eyes turn amber, "Don't fucking touch me bitch," I seeth. "My husband is off limits and if you have any self respect at all, you would learn not to hit on men who are unavailable."

"Your......your...", she stutters. "Your eyes." I squint at her and then growl. With both hands, I push her and she flies across the room, her back hitting the wall. She slides down to the floor, coming to a stop on her butt, her mouth hanging open in shock. I don't know if I have actually hurt her, I barely used any of my strength to push her sickly sweet smell away from me. Regardless, I don't ask. I turn on my heel and march out of the ladies room, straight past the now empty hostess station and out the front door. Michael is leaning against the wall when I walk out, his eyes wide at my clearly distressed state.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his long strides catching up with me as I barrel down the sidewalk towards our hotel.

"I am not," I say. "I was ready to rip that bitches heart right out of her chest." I say.

"What are you talking about Shawna," Michael reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me to a stop just twenty feet from our hotel entrance. "You look upset, who upset you?"

"That hostess at the restaurant. She was in the bathroom, asking me questions about you. I just," I stop and take a deep breath. "I just don't have any reserves to deal with people like her right now, I'm sorry." I feel awful that I pushed that girl, but she had no boundaries. If it wasn't me, it likely would have been someone else.

"What did you do?" Michael asks.

"I pushed her, she went flying and hit the wall. I think she's fine. She didn't get knocked out, just stunned I think." I bite my bottom lip and look away from Michael.

He laughs. Loudly. From his deepest parts of himself, the man laughs. Then he pulls me in for a hug and kisses my head. "Is that all?" he says quietly. "I've killed insubordinate wolves for less. Let's go inside babe," he pulls me inside, me just staring straight ahead. He just keeps laughing. "Babe, it's clear to me that you haven't been given much guidance on how to handle your hormones." I glare at him and he puts his hands up in surrender as the elevator doors slide open in front of us. "It's going to be fine, I promise," he says as he walks in and the elevator slides shut. "When you feel out of control, just do this," he pulls me to his chest and takes my mouth in a steamy kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. Hostess who? She is all but forgotten.