Forbidden Fruit

Strangers and Running

Chloe's POV

I close the door of the meeting room behind me softly, glad for the excuse I got to see Alex earlier than expected. I'm about to head out the door and to the car but the twins decide to move around a bit and land on my already sensitive bladder. I squeal quietly and turn around searching for the men's room that I luckily find a few doors down.

I open the swinging door and push into a stall quickly, locking the door as I struggle to get my pants down. I get them down my thighs just in time and I breathe a sigh of relief as I empty my suddenly full bladder. As I wiggle and shake to make sure everything is out and then wipe myself softly, I hear the door to the bathroom open and the sound of someone coming in.

I pull up my pants, no longer rushing, and flush the toilet before I'm unlocking the door and headed to the sink to wash my hands. There's a middle aged man standing at the counter with salt and pepper hair and I give him a polite smile as I reach my hand up to gather soap from the dispenser.

    I lather my hands in the liquid, knowing how important it is to stay germ free, especially when pregnant and as I do, the man goes over to lock the door to the bathroom and my heart immediately picks up. I snatch my hands from under the water as the man comes closer to me, walking slowly as my anxiety flares and flashbacks begin to blare in my mind at the look in his eyes.

     There's no where to go as I start to hyperventilate and I'm backed up into the wall, the older man only a few inches from me, his fingers coming up to brush along my cheek as I begin to sob quietly. "Look at you, playing house like you're not just a whore." He tells me lowly.

     "I'm Beta Alex's Mate, you'll get in trouble if you don't let me go." I try to tell him but my voice shakes, my words not confident in the slightest as I whimper and push myself further into the wall.

    The man scoffs at me as he leans in further, one of his hands coming up to grip my hair painfully and pull my head up so that our noses are only a few inches apart. "The only thing you are to Beta Alex is a burden. You're making this pack's status plummet because he's too soft to reject a whore like he should. What kind of example are we setting for our kids to have some pregnant slut helping run our pack? You're a biological tramp, you can't escape what you are by playing house, it's in your blood and you're a disgrace." He sneers at me and my tears are flowing down my face in an ugly cry.

    There's banging on the door and as he turns around distracted by the noise, I take the opportunity to push him into the counter sharply and hurry to the door as quick as I can with the added weight, the task not made any easily by the tears blurring my vision. My hands are shaky as I unlock the door and push aside whoever is waiting there to rush out this terrible place and make my was to Alex's car outside.

     I finally get inside and I break down completely, snot and tears running down my face as the words that terrible man said race over and over in my mind. He's right, they all are, Alex is in too high of a position to be setting a bad example for the kids in the pack. All I'm doing is fucking up his reputation and weighing him down, both things I never want to be responsible for. I love him too much to allow people in a pack that he adores so much to hate and resent him because of me.

     I will never let him suffer like I have. With my mind made up and tears still streaming down my face, I turn on the car and throw it in drive, wiping my face repeatedly as I pull out of the parking lot and slowly make my way back home. By the time I get back to the house, I'm sobbing hard as I place my head in the steering wheel, gripping it tightly in pain over what I have to do.

      I should have known being happy was too much to ask for, my life a series of unfortunate events and there was never any indication that this would be any different. I was a fool to let my guard down and get comfortable and form so many connections. I can't do this. I turn off the car, my breathing labored as it gets interrupted with sobs and gasps of pain.