Chapter 109
Angie's POV
"He heard you talking to Natalie, honey, and he thought the worst. He thinks he makes you unhappy. Emma says, looking at Jordan sadly.
"What!? No, I was worried I made him miserable. I can't decide on names, and I fall asleep so fast we don't have time for us." I cry as it hits me: I caused his heart attack. Earlier, he looked so sad but masked it so I wouldn't notice, but I did.
"He thinks you want out and away from him and your pups. When he flatlined, he went to the moon goddess, but also the underworld boss was there. He told Jordan that if he stayed, he would become a soul reaper. A grim reaper of dead souls." I'm shocked at this but also scared. What would I become if I lost him?
"He needs therapy," Tyler speaks up, and I almost forgot he and Jack were here. "He needs understanding and therapy because our son was so stressed he had a widowmaker heart attack. I've seen the test results," he looks livid.
"Tyler, calm down," Jack says, rubbing his back.
"I'm calm. Jack, he doesn't sound calm; I am more than calm. Who is this Natalie?" I freeze. I knew this was coming. I look around trying to figure out how to talk about Natalie.
"She is a friend," I say, but Tyler looks at me with a look. He doesn't buy it.
"Only a friend. A friend like Beth?" I'm screwed.
"We were forced to fuck each other in front of Kk," I grit out. "She was with me before Beth showed up, and I escaped to her." All three looked disappointed.
"Do you have feelings for her?" I sigh sadly.
"I do, but not like the ones I have for Jordan. He is my mate. I love him a lot, but I can talk to her more easily about stuff," Emma sighs sadly as she moves to Jordan and brushes his hair back.
"Do you regret being with our boy?" She looks away from his sleeping form, and I feel outnumbered here.
"No, I don't regret Jordan, but I feel we moved too fast, and we barely know each other. With Natalie, we had years of abuse and forced sex, so we know each other extremely well from it. I just vent to her." I try to defend myself, but they look sad.
"Jordan thinks you want to leave him," Tyler grits out, "probably for her." He thinks you will run to her if you get a chance. I look at my mate and feel my gut sink.
"You're not the only one that was forced to fuck and be fucked by force. Angie was, and so was Jordan. He barely talks about it, and I bet he is afraid to yell at you. I think you need to cut contact with Natalie. I got a therapist for you both," Tyler adds as I feel gutted. I don't want to give up Natalie; she is a friend.
"We only talk on the phone, Alpha," I say. "Never in person. She fled to England when everyone escaped." He growls after I say this.
"You don't realize that you're having an emotional affair with this bitch, and Jordan sensed it. He gave you space and kept his stress to himself. He heard all your calls, Angie, and he never protested you talking to her. For fuck's sake, he ran to us not feeling good, so you got alone time. He had a heart attack from stress that you indirectly caused, but our boy would never blame you," Tyler growled out.
"I never meant any of this," I started to cry.
"He met the underworld leader," Emma spoke up sadly, "and said if Jordan stayed, he'd become a soul reaper for him. I believe he was going to stay there but loved us all enough to come back." My heart breaks as I look at my mate.
How can I fix this?