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Chapter 3

A/N: So I finally got around to finishing this chapter because I woke up at like seven because I was nervous about starting my new job. I don't go in until 10 .-.

So here it is. I hope you like it. Please COMMENT, VOTE, and FOLLOW ME.

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~Kate~

I was in the middle of making dinner when Austin came home.

It took me a moment to see that he'd only brought home a few things that I'd asked for. He had a gallon of milk and bathroom tissue. "Oh Austin," I said softly as he sat the items on the table. "What about the eggs and coffee? How am I supposed to make breakfast?"

"Quit bitching," snapped Austin, kicking off his boots. "Unlike you I don't sit on my ass all day."

Frustrating but unwilling to anger him any further, I nodded my head. "I'm sorry. Thank you for getting us what you did."

"About time you showed a little appreciation," grumbled Austin. He sat at the table, looking at me expectantly. I reached for the coffee machine before remembering we were all out.

"Should I make you some tea?" I tried feebly.

Austin rolled his eyes, getting to his feet. "Do I look like some wimpy little omega to you? No I don't want fucking tea. Bring me a beer."

He stomped into the living room and I tilted my aching head back, hating myself. Leave it to me to do something as stupid as that! I heard the TV flick on and before long, whistles of a sports game and cries of an audience met my ears. I let out a small sigh of exhaustion, putting away the milk and bringing the bathroom tissue to the bathroom. I checked the chicken in the oven and then brought Austin a beer. He took it with a small grunt, grabbing my wrist as I started to walk away. "Did you have someone here today? I smelled another dominate wolf when I walked in."

"Oh, er, Chase-Chase stopped by...looking for you."

Austin's brow furrowed. "So he's Chase now, hm? And what did he have to say?"

"Nothing," I stammered, knowing he was referring to the marks on my face. "Just to tell you he stopped by."

"You better hope he did," grumbled Austin letting go of my arm. "I don't like you having other men here when I'm not. You can answer the door but that's it. Understand?"

I nodded my head feeling guilt twist my stomach. I knew that when I had talked to him. Not only that but I'd just lied to Austin's face. It was no wonder he got so upset with me.

The evening went smoothly and before long I was sliding into bed, Austin following behind me.

"How is it?"

Austin glanced at my arm as he pulled his sweatpants. I cast a glance at the throbbing limb on the bed beside me. I still couldn't move my fingers at all. "Better," I decided carefully.

"Would it help if I...refreshed your Mark?"

"You want to?" I asked, unable to mask the eagerness in my tone.

Austin rolled his eyes. "Stop sounding so fucking desperate," he snapped in return.

Embarrassed, I looked down. It was the sex I wanted, it was his attention. I wanted to feel like he liked me...that he loved me. And sex was the only time when he was passionate and gentle. That was what I craved really--feeling the hand that hurt also heal. But it only happened once in a blue moon. "Look at me."