Couple Spat

ALPHA ANDRAS

"I don't care what you say, but she's meeting you tonight." Jenna's gaze grows more determined with each passing second, and I clench my teeth.

No amount of internal planning could have prepared me for the sight that awaited me as I returned from the pack meeting.

"What do you mean you don't care what I say?" I inquire calmly, my rage suppressed. "I told you I needed a break. My body requires it."

I unbutton my gray pants, place them into one of the laundry baskets, and turn to face my wife.

"Does your body require rest? Yes. But, Andras, we need a child. So, regardless of what you say or your body needs, Azalea will be in this room in a few minutes." She makes a deadpan expression.

I tighten my fists and close my eyes, trying to remain calm. I don't even respond to what she says and just continue undressing.

"Aren’t you going to say anything? What's the matter with..."

"Let the girl fucking rest." I snap at her, trying not to let my rage show in my tone of speech.