My Alpha Mate Shoved Me Into The Trunk For The Omega’s Dog Chapter 02

My Alpha Mate Shoved Me Into The Trunk For The Omega’s Dog Chapter 02

Mia’s eyes welled up instantly.

“Buddy’s my whole family. How can you talk about him like that?”

“I can tell I’m not wanted here. I’ll leave right now.”

She clutched the dog tight and ran out of the pack house.

Hemlock shot me a venomous glare, dropped the hair dryer, and chased after her.

By the time he came back, I’d already fallen asleep.

He shook me roughly awake.

“Avril, the house is a disaster and you’re just going to sleep?”

I yawned lazily, barely stirring.

“I didn’t make this mess. Besides, we have pack servants—why would I clean it?”

Hemlock’s anger flared hotter.

“Is this how you act as the Nightfall Pack’s future Luna?”

“Mia’s only here out of kindness to look after me, and I think of her like my own little sister. You’re almost thirty years old, picking petty fights with a fragile Omega—aren’t you ashamed?”

I was only two years older than Mia.

To him, it seemed I was supposed to mother Mia and tolerate every one of her selfish whims forever.

He ranted on and on for ages.

Finally, he slammed the front door and stormed off.

That marked the start of our cold war.

Every fight we’d ever had before this, I’d swallowed my pride and bent to him.

I’d feared a single reckless argument would crack our mate bond irreparably.

We’d originally planned our mating ceremony by year’s end, a formal announcement to the whole pack that I was his Luna.

But everything shifted the second Mia moved back into Blackthorn Valley earlier this year.

All the care, tenderness, thoughtfulness, and patience Hemlock once reserved solely for me now belonged to Mia.

He’d left my birthday celebration halfway just to fix Mia’s broken bedroom fixtures.

While I lay recovering in the pack medical center, he’d taken Mia to an amusement park all day.

The moonstone necklace meant for our anniversary had ended up wrapped and handed to Mia instead.

On the day we’d scheduled a blessing from the pack priest at the Moon Altar, he’d stood me up—all because Mia was having a bad day.

I’d voiced every ounce of my hurt to him before.

His reply never changed. “Mia’s delicate and fragile. As the pack’s Alpha, it’s my duty to look after Omegas like her. Don’t be so unreasonable.”

Fine. If that’s what he wanted.

I’d never shed another tear over him again.

We didn’t exchange a single word for the next seven days.

I hadn’t sat around wallowing, though.

I’d filed a transfer request with the Alpha King of the territory, leaving piles of paperwork and handovers to sort through each evening.

I finished work one evening, and a brutal rainstorm hit without warning.

Every she-wolf around me dialed their mates, sweet-talking them into coming to pick them up.

I thought back to another storm just last month, lightning split the pitch-black sky while thunder boomed all around.

I’d called Hemlock, begging him to swing by and drive me home.

He’d claimed urgent pack related issue kept him tied up, no time to spare.

I’d stumbled back to the pack house soaked head to toe, a miserable mess, only to scroll Mia’s social media.

“Thankfully my Alpha came to fetch me, safe and sound away from the storm.”

The photo showed Hemlock behind the wheel, his gaze soft and indulgent as he smiled at her.

We’d screamed at each other all night after that, not speaking for days.

I’d planned this whole trip hoping to mend things between us.

Instead, it laid plain just how insignificant I’d become to him.

I stepped out of the council hall holding my umbrella when a car horn blared from the curb.

I lifted my head and spotted Hemlock’s vehicle parked beside the road.

He waved me over.

“Avril, get in. We’ll head home together.”

Now he wanted to give me a ride?

I wasn’t going to stand out in pouring rain just to act stubborn.

I frowned slightly, then walked toward the car with my umbrella raised.

I reached for the front passenger door handle when Hemlock leaned forward to stop me.

“Sit in the back seat. I’ve got to pick Mia up next, and riding up front helps her motion sickness.”

He’d only stopped by to drive Mia home from her shopping trip.

I was nothing more than an afterthought he’d toss in the back.