We Saved Two Werewolves And Now Our Possessive Mates Won’t Let Us Go Chapter 04
It was Hailey, the daughter of the Foxmoon Pack Alpha.
She was also the woman everyone had always assumed was the more suitable mate for Hadrian.
Her gaze went first to Hadrian, then to Fiona and me.
“Is this really worth it? Getting yourselves into this state over two ordinary humans?”
Jacob whipped his head around toward her, his eyes sharp as blades.
Hadrian’s face turned dark.
“What are you doing here?”
Hailey ignored him and looked at Fiona.
“Do you have any idea how many eyes are watching the Blackmoon Pack right now? Hadrian is in his position, and yet he has a human mate at his side, one with no pack and no understanding of pack rules. That’s more than enough to invite criticism.”
Then she turned to me, her tone even colder.
“And you, Veronica. Do you really think Jacob stayed with you out of love?”
“You gave them shelter, and now you demand their loyalty forever. You expect to come first, always.”
“But they’re wolves. They’re not pets you raised.”
Her words hurt more than a direct insult.
She was saying that we were just ordinary humans, that a bond between humans and werewolves wasn’t something blood or instinct could secure.
She was saying the only thing holding us together was debt and gratitude.
My fingers slowly curled into my palms, nails pressing hard into my skin.
But Fiona spoke first, calm and steady.
“Hailey, let’s not dance around it. What you’re really saying is that humans don’t deserve to stand beside your kind, right?”
Hailey looked at her.
“What I’m saying is that Hadrian and Jacob are both Gammas of the Blackmoon Pack.”
“What matters to them now isn’t just love. It’s their duty to protect the pack.”
“And the two of you are their liabilities.”
Jacob spoke up suddenly. “Are you finished?”
Hailey frowned.
He stepped forward and came to stand beside me.
“Hailey, maybe I forgot to make this clear. What I hate most is others deciding what I need.”
“Veronica is not a liability, and she doesn’t owe me anything.”
“She’s the mate I chose.”
Hadrian spoke too, his voice colder than Jacob’s.
“Whether Fiona is fit to stand beside me is none of your business.”
“And the one who took my phone and posted that on purpose was you.”
Hailey’s expression shifted.
“You’re accusing me?”
Hadrian looked at her, his eyes completely devoid of warmth.
“I’m not suspecting. I’m confirming.”
“I’ve already turned the lounge surveillance over to the pack office lawyer.”
“If you came here to humiliate Fiona in front of me again, you picked the wrong place.”
Hailey clearly hadn’t expected him to call her out so directly.
But within seconds, she lifted her chin and slipped back into her usual arrogance.
“So what if I had something to do with the post?”
“I’m just making all of you face reality a little sooner.”
“Hadrian, the Blackmoon Pack elders were never going to accept a human woman as your formal mate.”
“Jacob, same goes for you.”
Her gaze swept over all four of us.
“You think you’re fighting back? None of you are going to win.”
With that, she turned and walked out of the yard.
But her words stayed behind, driven into us like nails.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
I picked up my suitcase and reached for Fiona’s hand.
“Fi, let’s go.”
Hadrian instinctively took half a step forward, then made himself stop.
Jacob stared at me without blinking.
I didn’t look back. I just dragged my suitcase toward the door.
But the moment we passed each other, he grabbed my wrist.
His grip was so tight it stole my breath.
“Veronica.”
I turned and met his red-rimmed eyes.
“You’re really leaving me for her sake.”
“Not for Fi’s sake.” I said. “For my own.”
He kept staring at me like the words weren’t getting through at all.
Then he jerked me back into the house.
“Jacob!”
Fiona shouted behind us.
But he’d already slammed the door with his other hand.
The click of the lock echoed through the room.
My back hit the wall. My suitcase slammed to the floor.
Jacob crowded in close, trapping me between the wall and his body.
The air around him burned, hot and dangerous, edged with something feral.
Gold was beginning to bleed into his pupils.
That was the warning sign. His wolf was slipping.
His thick tail lashed around my waist and tightened hard, dragging me flush against him.
His breath burned against my neck, sharp and uneven.
The cool edge of a fang brushed my carotid.
If he put any pressure on it at all, I’d be prey.
“You can’t go.”
His voice was rough, low enough to sound almost tender, but it sent a shiver through me.
“I finally clawed my way into a position where I can protect you.”
“And now you’re telling me that because of what other people said, you’re walking away from me?”
“Babe, if you’re really set on leaving…”
He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against mine, his voice hoarse and breaking.
“Then don’t blame me if I hide you away.”
“You’re mine.”