Marshall’s POV
“What to do, what to fucking do?” I asked myself furiously.
This time, I couldn’t see a way out, and that pissed me off badly.
“What do we do?” I asked my wolf silently as he huffed.
“We have to revisit that place,” he answered seriously as I sighed heavily.
A lot of years had gone by; obviously, things had changed on that side. Moreover, what if we found no one there? What were we supposed to do?
But then again, I was feeling very desperate.
“It’s worth a try, I guess,” I whispered and then looked at the pack house.
I could tell how that damn moron was happy to see Berta from his facial expression, and it was so obvious that he was still in love with her by how possessive he was towards her.
He dared to even growl at me!
“Fuck him, I feel like ripping his throat out,” I whispered in a low voice and then marched to the pack house.
I needed to see Berta for just a few minutes to calm myself down because I felt so damn furious.
“Careful,” my wolf warned.
We both knew the risk we were taking by seeing her. Clyde was going to do something terrible to us if he knew what we were planning to do.
I entered the pack house and followed her scent.
When I was close to one of the spare bedrooms, I picked up Clyde’s scent as well.
As frustrating as it was, that was supposed to be my cue to go back; yet, I wanted to hear their conversation.
I masked my scent because it was one of my best abilities that no one else had in the pack and moved closer to the door.
I heard Berta laugh softly, followed by Clyde’s chuckle, which was annoying as hell.
“Where do you get such confidence, Clyde?” she asked in a soft tone.
“From my love,” he answered, annoying the hell out of me.
“Look, Clyde, just because I don’t have a lover right now doesn’t mean I’m interested in you in any way. Did I not tell you how I was here for my pup?” she asked in a serious tone.
“That I understand, my love, but I just can’t help myself,” he whispered as I clenched my hands into fists.
My love! Did he just call her that? Berta wasn’t his but mine! How dare he try to claim her when he was no good to her, no matter what?
“Clyde, please don’t call me that,” she said in a low tone.
“Why?” he asked in a pained tone.
“You know why,” she answered softly.
“Look, my love, I messed up badly; I accept that. I don’t know what came over me, but I swear upon the moon goddess to treat you right if you forgive and accept me,” he said as I held back the growl that was building up.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t overlook what you did,” she answered as I smirked.
“That’s our girl,” I said silently to my wolf.
“By chance, are you trying to get with Marshall?” he asked as I raised a brow, eager to hear her response.
I knew she saw me as a brother, and that was very hurtful to acknowledge. I needed her to look at me as a lover because, to me, she was all I cared for and loved.
There was never a day I ever looked at any she-wolf as I did her.
Even when I met my mate, my heart was already hers.
No matter how much I forced myself to love my mate, I couldn’t. I felt for Berta what I had never felt for any female.
In my mind, I had been with her more times than I could count and had knotted her a thousand times.
Whenever I looked into her eyes, I saw my unspoken future with her, where she would bear my pups that I sincerely loved and appreciated.
Did I hate the ones I had? No, but that didn’t mean I sincerely loved them either.
If only they were Berta’s pups that thought crossed my mind a lot more than I could admit.
“How could you say that, Clyde! Marshall is like a brother to me, and you know that!” she yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts as I rolled my eyes, feeling pissed off by her words.
Why did she see me as a brother? Was it because I was too kind to her?
Was I supposed to push her against the wall and kiss her senseless for her to realize how I truly felt about her?
“Are you acting naive, or do you not see how he looks at you?” he asked.
“What are you even talking about?” she asked loudly.
“I admit you being dense; that’s a part of you I really like, but it’s also annoying as hell,” he said as I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
“What are you insinuating, Clyde?” she asked coldly.
“Marshall doesn’t look at you like a sibling does. He looks at you like a man in love. There were times in the past when he even looked like he wanted to fuck you. I had to tell myself I was overthinking things, but now I know for sure he does,” he said loudly, and shortly after, the sound of a slap echoed.
“Get out,” she growled furiously.
I smirked and then walked out of the pack house, feeling amused by what had happened.
Although he was doing me a favor by making her aware of my feelings, I didn’t like it.
For some reason, his tone made it sound like it was a bad thing for me to love her.
It was as if he was trying to open her eyes to me in a terrible way.
If there was someone who was going to open her eyes, it was supposed to be me, and I wasn’t going to do it all alone; I needed help from someone from my past.
I pulled my car keys from my pocket as I approached the car I had come with.
“Do you think she will submit to him?” I asked my wolf once I had gotten into my car.
“No, she hates him,” he answered proudly and then purred softly.
“That’s what I like about her: she is stubborn, and once she is upset, she rarely forgives,” I said, and then started the car and drove away from the pack.
I needed to visit that place as soon as possible before Riff came back.
I needed to make things right and set things straight before it all went wrong.
I had a bad feeling, but I was going to stay positive and do whatever it took to achieve what I wanted.