The Ice Breaker

Rhett went back downstairs to give Hazel her space. Goddamned witches and their terrible fucking tempers. He didn’t mean to say the shit he did to her or jump on her like that. But something about the anger in her voice and the way she challenged him made his wolf want to strike.

She was carrying his pup after all. He would never do anything to harm his child. He needed to try to get her to calm down because her anger set him on edge. This chaos couldn’t be good for their child and was a terrible fucking thing for their marriage. If she wanted to cut him off then fine but they still had to live together. Sooner or later that bite would get the best of her. He just needed to be patient.

She is a feisty little witch though. He was actually pretty impressed and laughed to himself. She’d be a good mother for an alpha. Tougher than she looked.

It was getting dark so Rhett fixed dinner. Even if Hazel didn’t want to talk to him, she still needed to eat.

He yelled upstairs, “Are you gonna come down and eat?” But he received no response.

Stubborn.

He piled the plate full, grabbed some flatware and a drink and walked upstairs to the guest room. He felt kind of silly about kicking in the door but she asked for that. It’s his fucking house. Tomorrow he was going to take every door off except for the bathroom. He’d take that one away too if she couldn’t hold her tongue.

When he walked in he didn’t see her, but the bathroom door was still closed. He put down the plate and drink on her dresser and stood in front of the door. “You don’t have to talk to me Hazel, but you still need to eat so get your ass out here.”

Hazel opened the door, walked out and looked at the food. His bond was strong enough now that he could sense how hungry she was. She wanted to tear that piece of steak to shreds. She blow out through pursed lips, picked up the plate then threw it against the wall and went back in the bathroom and shut the door.

Rhett sighed and ran his hand across the back of his neck. Then he said, “Alright, you can eat off the fucking floor for all I care. Now clean that shit up.”

Hazel yelled back, “Well I am your fucking maid after all right? I’ll get right on it Boss!”

Rhett wanted to say something back but thought about it for a second then walked away.

Rhett didn’t mean that. He wanted to talk to her rationally but he’s the alpha here and he couldn't be weak when it came to this kind of behavior.

He figured she’d be hungry eventually so he wrapped up the rest and put it in the refrigerator for her. Then he went back upstairs to shower. He could hear her crying in the bathroom and wanted to go to her. She was crying because of him, because of the shit his mother said and it made him sick.

After he got out of the shower, he went to check on her and she appeared to be asleep. He walked over to her and brushed the hair away from her face and looked at the fresh bite. “Dammit I’m sorry baby,” he whispered. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead before saying, “I love you Hazel.”

Around 2am, Rhett woke to the sound of the microwave running in the kitchen. At least his little tiger was eating something.

I’m the morning, like he swore he would do, he removed every interior door but the toilet in his bedroom. He wasn’t going to leave her any more places to run except where he was. He wanted to be her safe place, the place she goes to cry.

She sat in the sitting area across the loft and stared him down.

“Are you happy now tiger?” Rhett yelled.

Hazel yelled back, “I don’t care if you burn your whole fucking house down. I’m just the maid, remember?”

Rhett chuckled to himself. This banter was starting to turn him on. He would burn the house down if he thought it would get her back in his bed. Her scent right now was amazing. He could smell that she was getting turned on too. Her hormones were surging. Mixed with her anger and bad attitude, it made her glow like she was dusted in gold. She never, ever looked as good as she did right now.

“Are you ready to eat darling?” Rhett asked as he took the last screw out of the last door.

“I’d rather starve then eat with you right now," Hazel replied. She knew that the not eating thing was hurting him most of all. He thought it was hurting his child. In reality, it was only hurting Hazel. Despite what most people think, a baby takes the nutrients it needs from its mother any way it can get it and makes the mother suffer. It'll suck the calcium out of yourbones if it needs it. Hazel was petite and she didn’t need much to go on. She snuck out the previous night to eat and she didn’t mind waiting until tonight again just to piss him off.

“As you wish,” Rhett said. “By the way, you’re coming to work with me so you should go get ready.”

“No, I’m fucking not,” said Hazel.

“Yes, you fucking are, I swear to God I’ll drag you there by your hair kicking and screaming if I have to. So stop being a fucking brat and get a shower.”

Hazel knew he meant it and she was at a disadvantage physically. She got up and started ripping her clothes off as she walked to the shower in their bedroom.

“Need some help?” Rhett said as she walked by with her bare tits bouncing as she did. They were getting bigger already and made Rhett’s mouth water.

“Nope, not from you.”

Rhett got dressed for work while Hazel showered. She left the door open so when she stepped out, Rhett got the full view. After she dried herself, she walked out completely nude then walked in front of Rhett to get her underwear from the dresser and then to her closet to find something to wear. Rhett watched her in the mirror as she reached up and bent over. He licked his lips as his heart began to beat fast. He breathed out slowly and shuddered as his dick started to grow.

Hazel pulled out a black sweater that was now too tight across her chest and showed off her increasing cleavage, skinny jeans and black knee high boots. It was going to be hard for Rhett to concentrate today.

At Rhett’s office at the packhouse, Hazel couldn’t have been a more perfect assistant. She answered phones with her sweet British accent. She made coffee for everyone. She smiled and joked around. Perfectly charming. She remembered what Teddy said about making sure that Rhett was taken care of well publicly. But, when the day was over and she got in the car to go home, the bitch came back.

“Are we done with this shit yet Hazel?” asked Rhett as he glanced over at her.

“I’m just getting started,” she said.