Chapter 38 -Kael 28 55 vouchers My mind is still reeling , anger curls within me , burning through my veins and I don't even try to suppress it . I can't if I tried . Laila . There's always something about her . I've tried my best to trust her , but her every action makes me question her loyalties . Every single thing she does gets on my nerves in a way nothing else does , Once again , she'd let Cameron close to Liam . This time , right in my presence . The memory of Cameron leaning down , speaking to my son , while Laila just stands there and lets it happen ... it's twisting my insides into a knot of rage . So much so , I can barely keep my hands steady on the steering wheel . Blake ? He'd read the room and left the keys to me , opting to find his own way home . A smart choice as the tension in the car is thick enough to be sliced through . And what's worse is , Laila hasn't said a word to me . Not a single word . She's hell bent on ignoring me the whole way home . Like I'm the one in the wrong . Like I didn't just watch her open a door Cameron has no business stepping through . My jaws ache from how hard I'm clenching it . I want to demand answers right here , force her to look at me the way she's refused to . But Liam's in the back , strapped into his car seat . His small head is lolled back , eyes heavy with drowsiness after a long day . And so , I suppress my thoughts . Sitting rigidly . My knuckles have turned white from the tight grip I have on the steering wheel . Laila's sitting beside Liam , slowly stroking his hair while whispering something to him that makes them both giggle . She keeps her head turned away from me . But she's not fooling me . If she thinks this silence can shield her , then she has another thing coming . Because it's only making my blood boil and my member painfully hard . It's maddening . The more furious she gets me , the more aroused I am . My mind is clouded with a thousand scenarios with which I can punish her , and none of it involves clothes or words . At least not legible words . I still have no clue what exactly she and Cameron talked about . It could have been nothing ... or otherwise . But whatever it was , Laila had allowed it . She'd stood there and allowed it . I know there's every possibility that Laila will return to Cameron at the end of our contract , but that's a bridge I'll have to cross then . 18:48 Mon , Oct 13 Chapter 38 a IX 50 vouchers For now , and the foreseeable . She belongs to me ... she's mine ! What about that is so difficult for her to understand ? The silence of the house when we arrive does nothing to calm me . Tonight just happens to be Marie's day off . Which means it's just me , Laila , and all the wrong thoughts I'm entertaining . Liam tugs at Laila's hand , his voice heavy with sleep , " Mommy ... read to me ? " I watch her nod , her lips curving into a smile . A smile she hasn't once offered me all evening . Something shifts in my chest ... something dark , " I'll get him ready for bed . Laila finally says to me , her voice is barely audible . She doesn't sound apologetic , rather she sounds carefully controlled ... like she's holding back just as I am . I can read her unspoken message . She won't fight in front of our son . Neither will I. I'm not a patient man . But I'll wait ... and she'd better have a way to compensate me for it . " Say goodnight to Daddy , Liam ." She whispers to him . " Nighty - night Daddy . " Liam flashes me a sleepy smile . " Goodnight little man . " I reply , keeping the anger out of my voice . Closing the distance between us , I lean down and kiss his forehead . Our hands brush , ever so lightly . I let the contact linger , intentionally . Her breath catches . It's barely audible but it doesn't escape my notice , and it's enough to fuel the heat in my veins . Laila doesn't look at me as she heads up the stairs with Liam . Not even once . She'll be back . She always comes back . Leaning back against the wall , my arms are folded across my chest . As they disappear around the corner , I toss my jacket to the couch , undoing the buttons of my shirt . My wolf is on edge , I can feel him bristling underneath the surface , and it puts me on edge as well . Many consider it a downside of being a rogue ... we're more in touch with our primal sides than any pack wolf . It makes us sharper , more brutal ... at the same time , we're far more sensitive . Quicker to anger . I've never considered it a flaw . I found my truest self when the pack bonds were unfairly ripped away from me , breaking my wolf free from the suppressing bond . Now , it's just us . And our instincts ... our urges , and a desire I intend to satiate . I can pick up on the sound of faint movement upstairs , and Liam's muffled laughter . I tuck my hands into my pocket , fighting the urge to storm up there and put an end to this silly war of silence she's waging . 18:48 Mon , Oct 13 Chapter 38 55 vouchers The minutes drag on . I can hear Laila's quiet voice as she reads Liam a bedtime story . His giggles come often , and then for a long moment , there is silence . He must have drifted off . My chest constricts . Liam ... something about the pup calms me by a measure . My wolf has come to acknowledge the boy as ours . And so it's driving me crazy that Laila sees nothing wrong with what she's done . Laila ... she's pushing limits she should have never touched . And I won't let it slide . Not this time . By the time I hear her footsteps on the stairs again , my patience has completely run out . She stops at the foot of the stairs , now dressed in a pair of pajamas . They're full length too , like she's intentionally warding me off by putting on more clothes . If only she knew she could get me hard and throbbing with a trash bag on her . She still doesn't meet my eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen . She's playing a game of cat and mouse , and I'm willing to indulge her . I trail after her , slowly . Each step is deliberately paced , because if I go any faster , I'll surely snap far sooner than would be satisfying . Laila calmly pours herself a glass of water , lifting it to her lips . My gaze trail the movement , the part of her lips and the bobbing of her throat as she swallows . Even the small droplet that slips down the side of her lips , before her tongue darts out to catch it . It's becoming harder and harder to tell if I'm angry or just sexually frustrated . Damn her ! The silence between us is infuriating ... it's getting on every last nerve and if she keeps this up , I'm not sure what I'll do ... But at the end of it , she'll be screaming my name with that voice she's denying me of . An image surfaces in my mind . Laila , strapped up in my redroom as I tease every inch of her delectable body , till she begs for a release that I'll deny her off . The thought doesn't help . Instead , it fuels my anger into something darker and more urgent . " Are you going to keep pretending I don't exist? " I hiss lowly , " or do I have to drag the words out of you ? " " Because believe me Laila , I'll gladly do the honours ... of making you scream ... " 18:48 Mon , Oct 13 Chapter 39 Chapter 39