chapter 3

                          Kimberly 

After Jason leaves the room to go to the clinic with Emma, I continue to fold clothes, filled with this jealousy and hurt. Two months have passed and the hurt, jealousy, and anger seem to only grow stronger. 

It's hard not to feel this way when I have to watch Emma carry Jason's growing baby inside of her. I see the way Jason looks at her stomach sometimes, causing this jealousy to raise cause I want to be the one he looks at that way.

I try to tell myself that this will all be over soon. I try not to feel this way, but it's hard not to when Emma is always rubbing it in my face every chance she gets. 

She makes sure that I know she is carrying Jason's baby inside of her. I know she only does it to get underneath my skin and most of the time she manages to do so. 

She does these things when Jason isn't around, then when Jason comes to stop us, she plays the victim card, making it seem like I'm the one starting things with her. Making it seems like I'm just jealous and angry because she's carrying Jason's baby.

That may be true. I may be jealous and angry because she's carrying Jason's baby, but she's no victim. She does and says things to piss me off. 

At first, I tried ignoring her, telling myself that she'll be gone in a couple more months, but why should I have to ignore someone in my own home? Why should I have to take her bullshit? So I stop just ignoring her, sometimes hoping that our arguments will escalate so I can have an excuse to punch her face. 

At times I just want to shove a knife into her neck, but I know killing her will only start a war as Jason said. I don't want to start a war. I've made many friends and met many good people here. I Don't want anyone to die in a war that I started. 

I just hate her and want for her to leave already. 

As I continue to fold the clothes, I can't help but think about Jason leaving with Emma to go check on the baby. I try not to think about these things because they're only going to cause me to hurt more inside. But no matter how much I try not to think about it, I still do. 

I wipe away the tears the managed to escape my watery eyes, before grabbing the folded clothes and taking them over to the dresser, putting them away. 

After putting the clothes away, I leave the house, heading to the training ground.

Going to the training ground with the other females helps take my mind off things for a while. I get to leave the house for a while and talk and joke around with the pack warriors.

Back in the human world, I wasn't really much of a popular person and mostly kept to myself, so I didn't really have many friends. But here things are different. Here everyone seems interested in me or whatever I have to say. Here I feel really important and I've never felt that way before.

Everyone always seems happy to see me. Being a psychology major, I'm always reading them and their behavior to see if it's all just an act and they're only being nice to me because I'm with Jason, but I never get any bad vibes or signs from any of them. 

All their behavior is genuine. They really enjoy having me around and I really enjoy being around them all. 

Once I get to the training ground, everyone starts to speak to me, giving me friendly smiles that I return. It's always like this when I come to the training ground. Everyone always greets me with a friendly smile and a slight bow of their heads. 

The females who are standing around watching the other train comes over to where I am to talk. 

As I talk and joke around with the females, I continue to watch this female Tasha as she trains and fights with another female.

I've taken many beating here over the last two months, but eventually, I've beaten all of my opponents so far. But most of them were warriors who are still learning just as I am. 

But Tasha is the best I've come across so far. Lucious says she's good, but not that best female warrior here. That just shows me that I still have a long way to go, because Tasha isn't the best, but she has beaten me every day for a week straight. 

She's the first older more experienced female warrior that Jason has put me up against. Jason told me that the older more experienced female warriors would give me the most problems and Tasha definitely has.

I may have taken beatings from some of the other females that I've fought before her, but with them, they were easier to read. After losing to them a few times, I'm able to learn their moves and the way they attack.

But with Tasha it's different. She never attacks me the same way as before. She's always coming at me differently, stopping me for predicting her moves the way I did with the other females before her.

I watch her, studying her moves, seeing that she favor her right side more. 

After Tasha beat the female, she helps her up from the ground once the fight is over. Tasha looks over at the group of females that I'm standing here talking with. Her eyes land on me and she wave, giving me a friendly smile. 

I return the smile as I walk away from the group of females, heading over to her. "I hope you haven't tired yourself out already," I tell her.  

"Not at all Luna. I've been waiting for you." She smiles, slightly bowing her head to me. 

"I'm going to win this time," I smirk over at her as I began to back away, taking my stance.

"Luna I'm pretty sure you say this every time, right before losing." She let out a chuckle, taking her fighting stance.

"I'm going to keep saying it until I beat you," Jason says to go into every fight with the mindset of winning. Having confidence in yourself is important.

Deciding to change things up, I make the first move this time. I move to her quickly, throwing a punch that I knew she would block, but the punch was only meant to distract her.

I place a hard knee to her stomach, before placing a punch to her face. She manages to ducks under my next punch and places a hard blow to my ribs, causing me to stumble back, holding my side. 

"Not bad." She smirks over at me, wiping the blood from her mouth.

She moves quickly, attacking. 

I take her blows the same as she takes mines. I try to avoid her right side, forcing her to attack with left more. I focus on my attacks, making sure not to make the same mistakes that I've made many times against her before.

As she throws a punch at my face, I duck it and tackling her to the ground. I get to her back, wrapping my legs around her waist as I get my arms around her throat in a chokehold. I pull back, putting pressure on her throat. She grabs my arms, trying to break my hold on her. I put more pressure on her throat, cutting off her airway, forcing her to tap. 

Once I feel her tap, I let go, breathing heavily. I wince in pain as Tasha roll off me, feeling the blows I took from her. "I feel like I been hit by a car." I lay here on the ground, trying to calm my heavy breathing. It hurts to take deep breaths.

"I think we were hit by the same car," Tasha says, wincing in pain on the ground next to me.

I look over at her, seeing her bruised and bloody face. "You...look like..crap," I tell her, wincing in pain.

"I think you're looking at your reflection," Tasha says, wincing in pain also.

I let out a low chuckle, holding my side. 

After laying here for a few minutes, I slowly sit up. I look over, seeing Jason making his way over to me. He helps me up from the ground, taking me over to the side, sitting me on the bench. 

"I think my ribs are broken." I wince in pain from the slightest movement. 

Jason lift my shirt up, looking at my ribs. "Yeah, You have a few broken ribs, but you'll heal soon." He tells me. 

"Can I lay down, it hurts to sit up straight." I frown at the pain. 

Jason helps me lay down on the bench, before taking a seat on the bench, looking down at me with a smile. 

"What?" I look up at him with a raised brow.

"You did well, you're getting better each day." He leans down, placing a kiss on my forehead. I give him a smile as I close my eyes to relax as my body slowly heal.

I head back to the house with Jason after the pack training session ends for the day.

After showering, I head downstairs going into Jason's office where he deals with the pack's paperwork now. He never said the reason he does the paperwork here now, but I know it because he Doesn't want to leave Emma and me alone at the house anymore.  But I like having him do the paperwork here because I usually have to go to the packhouse and drag him home. 

"How're your ribs?" He looks over at me from behind the desk as I walk in the office. 

"It's still really sore." I wince as I lightly touch them to see how sore my ribs are.

"You'll be completely healed by tomorrow. Broken bones take longer to heal." He tells me. 

"What do you want for dinner?" I ask.

"Spaghetti and meatballs sound good." He says, leaning back in his chair.

"Dinner will be ready in a bit." I turn, heading to the door.

"You didn't ask what I wanted for dessert." I look back at him to see that smirk on his face as his eyes slowly start to darken, looking down my body, before looking back up at me again. 

My cheeks heat up as I blush from the way he's looking at me. "I think I'm too sore for that." I smile over at him, feeling my core starting to heat up.

"You just have to lay there and I'll take care of the rest." He slowly licks his lips, causing a shiver to go down my spine, remembering the wonderful things he can do with his tongue.

"You'll have your dessert." I give him a wink, leaving out the office. 

Walking into the kitchen to start with dinner, I see Emma standing at the stove. My eyes go to her stomach. Seeing me looking at her stomach, she looks over at me with that stupid smirk, stirring what smells to be tea or something.

I look away, going over to take out the things I need to cook dinner. 

"I'm tired of your band of mutts giving me dirty looks every time I go out" She glare over at me, pouring the tea into a mug. 

I knew it wasn't going to be long before she says or does something to cause an altercation.

"Maybe they giving you dirty looks, because it's not hard to see that you're a dirty person." I grab the pot for the spaghetti and fill it with water. I take the pot over to the stove where she's standing next to the stove, with her mug in her hand.

"I can't be too dirty seeing that you have my sloppy seconds." She smiles down at her stomach, before smirking over at me, taking a sip from the mug.

My Jaws clenches as I glare over at her. She always finds a way to bring Jason up to piss me off.

"What? Are you jealous?" She smirks, rubbing her stomach.

I walk away, taking in a calming breath, stopping myself from punching her face. "I actually feel sorry for you." I walk over and grab the spaghetti, before coming back over to the stove. 

If she wants to play this game to see who can piss who off, then lets play. 

"For most people, it's going to be sad, but I'm going to enjoy the hurt, pain, and tears on your face when your mate comes and drag you from your baby and you'll never get to know your child." I look over at her and give her that same stupid smirk that she gives me as I open the spaghetti. 

Her smirk quickly turns into a frown. 

"No one is going to take me away from my baby." She growls out, glaring at me.

"Your baby will be left here, and guess who your baby will call mommy? Guess who will be here to see your baby's first steps and words? Guess who will love and care for your baby?" I watch my words cut into her, hurting her. Hurting her the way she makes me hurt inside every day when she rubs in my face that she's carrying Jason's baby and not me. 

I look at the hurt in her eyes, enjoying it. Enjoying the fact that I've made her hurt the way she makes me hurt.

"No one is taking my baby away from me you stupid bitch!" She throws the hot tea into my face, burning my eyes, before slicing the side of my face with her claws. 

I quickly blink away the burning tea and throws a punch that connects to the side of her face, causing her to crash up against the countertop.

"You dumb bitch!!" She comes after me again, shoving me up against the countertop. I wince in pain as my sore ribs slam hard up against the countertop, feeling like I've broken them again. 

She hits me with a hard right hook, before getting her hands around my neck choking me.

I ignore the pain of my ribs and reach up, breaking her hold around my neck. I grab her by her hair and sling her across the countertop in the center of the kitchen.

I quickly make my way over to her as she crashes to the floor. I get on top of her and get my hands around her neck, choking her the way she just choked me. The way she choked me inside Jason's condo. 

Her face turns red as she tries to get my hands from around her neck. Before I know it, Jason is pulling me off of her.

She lay on the floor, coughing and gasping for air. 

"What the hell is wrong with you two." I frown as I watch Jason kneel down next to her, helping her sit up as she continues to cough and gasp for air. 

"I'm not staying here with her another day. Either she leaves or I do!" I glare down at Jason.

"We already talked about this Kimberly." Jason frown, looking up at me.

I walk away leaving the kitchen. I grab the keys and leave out the house, getting into the car, driving away. 

My eyes fill with tears as I grip the steering wheel, angrily, wanting to punch Emma's face again. I wanted to kill her. Maybe I was going to kill her back there. I wanted to. I wanted to choke the life out of her, the same way she tried to do me.

Tears roll down my cheek as I drive, leaving the pack. I drive all the way to the city, going to the only place that I know here. 

I park the car and head up to Jason's condo. 

I unlock the door with Jason's keys, walking into the dark condo, wiping the tears from my face.

I close the door behind me, not bothering to turn on any lights. I just want to be alone. 

I walk over and take a seat on the couch, wincing a little at the pain of my sore ribs. 

I sit here in the dark, thinking about everything, unable to stop the tears that escape my watery eyes. I just want for things to go back to the way they once were before Emma came.

All she does is cause problems and I'm tired of her.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob jiggling, I stop crying, watching as the door open. Thinking that maybe it's Jason, I frown when I realize it's not Jason. 

I watch as this person walks into the condo with a hood over their head. They close the door behind them, not realizing that I'm sitting here on the couch in the dark.

I quickly move around the room, throwing a punch that they easily dodge. I throw another punch, but they catch my wrist and spin me around, pinning my back to their chest, holding my arms so I can't attack them.

I struggle, trying to get away, only causing my ribs to hurt more.

"Calm down." Hearing this familiar voice, I stop struggling to get out of their hold. 

"Brandon?" I ask, knowing it Jason's brother Brandon.