Chapter 7 ~ Mommy dearest

Gamma Jack I'm still hanging out of my ass. I've got these assholes trying to kill my mate and this bitch's voice is like nails going down a chalkboard and I swear if she keeps screeching like a goddam banshee, I'm going to lose my shit and fucking end her for the sake of my poor head alone. "I SAID WHY IS HE STILL ALIVE?" She screams out again and I feel my fists ball up at my side as I realize she is talking about my mate. Now I really want to kill the bitch. I don't hurt women unless I have no choice hence her ass still being alive despite infuriating my hangover but I swear if she tries to get her fake tanned, fake tits, fake face anywhere near my mate I will destroy her and no amount of plastic surgery will help her. "The pain doesn't even bother you, does it?" My eyes move from her to my mate behind me as he speaks, his defeated tone has long gone and has now been replaced with anger. "What are you talking about dog?" Wait who the fuck does this mother fucking bitch think she's c