Chapter 58 - ARGUING

"That's beside the point." I yelled at Kyle. "You shouldn't have gotten me pregnant on purpose."

"I didn't do it on purpose." He yelled right back at me as he stood up from the bed. "All I did was enjoy a night with the woman that my panther told me was my mate. Is that so fucking bad? If I had known that you would have gotten pregnant that night I might have stopped us."

"Might have?" I narrowed my eyes angrily at the sound of those words. "You might have? Which means you might have still gotten me pregnant as well, right?"

"I don't know, I can't tell the future or change the past. All we can do now is live with what has happened to us. Can't you just get over yourself and be happy?"

Oh, that was going to make me hate this man. He was trying to act all misogynistic on me right now. He was the man and I was the woman and all I was good for was making babies. I would be that sort of logic out of him, I swear to the to fucking Goddess that I would.

"So that's all you could see a woman as? That's all you think me or any woman is good for right? I am just a fucking baby factory for you or whoever it is that I am supposed to end up with, huh? That's what you think?" I was so mad right now that I was ranting and raving.

"Who the hell said I thought that at all? If I thought that I would never have let you out of my sight from the night that I met you. I would have conquered you and made you mine completely. But I didn't, now did I?" I could see him breathing heavily from the effort it took to control his anger.

"So what is it you want from me? Why are you fucking following me across the country? Why did I wake up in your arms?"

"Oh my Goddess, you can't seriously be this way." He roared the words to the ceiling. "You should be thanking me for following you by the way. Without me you would be fucking dead. Or the play thing of that fucking asswhipe that was beating the shit out of you."

"He wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't scream for him so he couldn't get it up." I said those words so nonchalantly that it seemed to piss Kyle off even more.

"You can sit there and tell your mate that a man was trying to fuck you? Seriously. How the hell can you be so calm about that?"

"I'm calm because apparently he didn't manage to actually rape me. Besides, who ever said you were my mate? I don't remember agreeing to that."

"You didn't have to. Fate made me your mate when it brought us together, and that mark on the back of your shoulder tells me that I am indeed your mate. Why are you fighting this so hard?"

"I just am." I glared at him as I heard his words. I know he was right. The mark on my body meant I was his and that there was nothing I could do about it. I also knew what my wolf had been trying to tell me, I was just refusing to listen. I knew what it all meant, but that didn't mean that I needed to accept it.

"That's not good enough Jacy, baby. It's not good enough for me to hear that you just don't want to accept it or whatever. I am your mate and I am not going anywhere. I followed you here didn't I, and good thing that I did. Can't you tell that I am serious about this thing between us?"

I don't know why but for some reason there was a fire burning in Kyle's eyes. The reddish orange color inside of them was glowing, literally. Looking into his eyes right now was like watching a real fire burn as the colors flickered inside of them. That threw off just a little, causing me to lose track of the sarcastic comment I was about to throw his way. Instead, I just answered him honestly.

"I don't want a mate, I never did." That also seemed to make him mad, which I knew it would.

"You know what, sweetheart, I don't care if you want a mate or not. You have one now and that's all that matters. Now, I am done talking about all of this. Let's go."

I was still on the edge of the bed at that moment when Kyle basically leapt at me. He scooped me up into his arms and then threw me over his shoulder. I squealed for just a moment before I cut the sound off completely. It was overly girly and totally embarrassing to have that sound come out of my mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I asked him as I struck his back with my fists repeatedly.

"I am taking you to get a shower then I will get some food into you, I can clearly tell that you're not back to yourself yet." He sounded happy and mad at the same time which I guess was how he lived his life.

"And why do you say that?" I thumped him on his back once more just for the hell of it.

"Because it's either that or you're intentionally not hitting me hard. I can tell there is barely any strength in those hits of yours."

That made me do a double take. I was not as strong as I used to be? Is it because I am pregnant or because I haven't been able to eat much lately. I am just hoping it's the latter and not that I am losing my strength completely for the next six months.

Things could get really bad if I didn't get my full strength back soon.