110: Shrinking

I was starting to wonder if I shouldn’t be sequestered away the rest of the world the same way Candice was. I was gaining a less than stellar track record when it came to dealing with other people these days. Granted Connor brought my irritation with him on himself.

Blake let out a muffled grunt as my fist connected to his abdomen, just below the rib cage. He stepped back and held up his hands in surrender, “Fuck! Who pissed you off this time?”

“No one,” I huffed. He arched his brow quizzically at me, forcing me to change my answer, “I guess me. I’ve been pissing myself off. We planned this entire thing out to most trivial detail, and every time I turn around I’ve fucked it up in one way or another. Now the best I can do is stay out of the way so I don’t fuck up anything else.”

He flashed me his patented dimpled smile, “You’re too hard on yourself. We expected some push back from the other Alphas, so you can’t blame yours