Fake Dating My Beta Mate

Chapter 5 - Shut Up Call

"Nothing!" She replied, stupefied by his actions. "I said nothing to him."

"What did he say to you? Why were you walking with him?" Tyson asked, his grip on her wrists tightening.

She hissed in pain, looking at her wrist and then back at him, as her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Tyson, you're hurting me," she said, her voice not above a whisper. He let out a low growl and let go of her hands, but kept his arms on either side of her, trapping her between the wall and his body. Tears pricked Monica's vision as she rubbed her wrists one by one, staring at the dark red marks slowly start to fade away due to her werewolf healing.

"Answer my question damn it!" He snarled, his wolf form starting to slowly take over. His eyes were gleaming like stars, claws growing as well as his canines.

Monica closed her eyes, gulping, as she dropped her hands to her sides, only to grip onto the hem of her shirt. She took a deep breath as her heart raged inside her chest, and when she opened her eyes, they were glowing a bright blue. She now stood strong in front of him, staring back defiantly.

"Let me know when you're done throwing a tantrum like a five year old," she stated calmly.

"Monica," Tyson said through gritted teeth, as he licked his lips. "Don't test m-"

"You don't test me, Mr. Tyson Ryder." She cut him off, growling. "I am not your human girl friend who will back off just because you yell at me. I am not afraid of you, and I never will be, especially when I'm not at fault."

Tyson balled his fists, stepping away from her as he turned around and kicked the bed. Monica flinched slightly, but she was glad he didn't see it. He turned to her again, and was about to step in front of her, but she was quick to move away from the wall now.

"Just tell me what you guys talked about," he said, his eyes shut and nerves popping out like his body would explode.

Monica stared at him silently for a small moment, before walking up to him. He opened his eyes as he felt her proximity, and balled his fists at her bravado. But what she did next, made his freeze. She looked him in the eye, her eye color returning to normal, as she gently took his balled fist into her hand. His eyes widened slightly, as the sparks erupted in their skins, his claws already starting to get shorter. She took his other hand as well, rubbing circles on his fingers with her thumbs. When the glow of his eyes was starting to abate, she decided to speak up.

"I can see why the Alpha, or should I say, your brother, called me out for a stroll today," she said, staring at him with nothing but disappointment in her eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her, jaw clenching again at the word 'brother'. "He asked me how you treat me, whether or not we love each other. I lied to him," she scoffed. "It's been one day since I have started living with you, and you've already turned into an abusive prick. Just because I'm a werewolf like you, does not mean you get to man-handle me, Tyson. I may not be a fragile little girl like your girlfriend, but I'm pregnant for God's sake. You need to get a grip on your anger, or I won't think twice before walking away from you. Yelling and snapping is one thing, but being physically aggressive is a whole different thing. And I'm putting this straight, if anything, and I mean anything at all, ever happens to my child because of you, I'll rip your heart out myself. I won't care if it kills me."

She stepped away from him, and without another word went into the washroom, locking the door.

Tyson blinked, taken aback by her words. He rubbed his temple, biting his lip before he took a deep breath. He glanced at the door of the washroom, and took a few steps towards it, wanting to apologize for his mistake. But his phone buzzed, making him stop in his tracks. He answered the call and held the phone to his ear, gaze stuck on the bathroom door.

"How much longer will it take you, babe? I'm all dressed up," Elle spoke.

He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'll be there in ten." He left the room, slowly shutting the door behind him.

Meanwhile, inside the washroom, Monica slid down to the floor, her back pressed tightly against the door, as she wiped away a few tears that had left her eyes.

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Monica stood at the window, gazing outside as the faint breeze brushed across her face. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, as she subconsciously placed her hand on her stomach, feeling and listening to the heart beat of her baby. It calmed her down, as the feeling of loneliness would slowly vanish away. She was thankful for her, glad that she had someone by her side. Someone who had been her strength, who made her fight against the entire world, just to get her a life better than the one she had.

Monica paced inside the room, hugging herself as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She knew something was wrong, as there was a ruckus outside. The door suddenly opened, and she sucked in a breath, bearing her claws, ready to attack. But she sighed in relief when Hayes entered, collapsing onto the carpeted floor. Ansel entered next, and closed the door, locking it.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked, frowning at Hayes with concern, who looked up at her with teary eyes.

"He ate the damned food," Ansel replied, moving her dressing table in front of the door.

Hayes seemed to regained his senses, and he stared at Monica with a scowl on his face.

"What the hell is she doing here?" He asked, standing up from the ground.

"It's my room," Monica pointed out, smiling sweetly at him.

"Should I kill her or you can put her to sleep as well?" He asked Ansel, his claws surfacing.

"Excuse me?" Monica raised an eyebrow.

"She's a part of the plan, Hayes," Ansel replied, while moving the bed in front of the door as well.

"What?" Hayes asked in disbelief. "You let her in on the plan? How can you even trust her?"

Monica narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hers was the only room with a secret-"

"Open up the door!" Alpha Craig's voice boomed from outside, cutting him off. The pack members were all gathered outside, and they were banging on the door.

"We got to hurry," Monica whispered, running up to where her bed previously was, and tearing away the carpet from a certain position.

"What's she doing?" Hayes frowned.

"There's a passage," Ansel replied.

"Whoever helps him escape will be shut in the darkest dungeons! Open the door!" Craig yelled again, and this time they saw the dressing table move slightly, as the banging became harder and louder.

A chill went down her spine at the Alpha's words, but she knew she did not have another option. Hayes did not deserve to die when his father's sins were not his fault. He had already been turned into a Rogue, already severely punished as the bright blue of his eyes was taken away from him and replaced with a dark red. He was a good man, and he deserved to live. Monica removed one of the large tiles from the floor, revealing a dark tunnel. "Hayes, come on!" She said in a shushed voice.

But Hayes didn't move, staring at her dubiously.

"Hayes go!" Ansel whispered, pushing him towards the tunnel.

"Why are you helping me?" Hayes asked Monica, staring her in the eye.

"There's no time for this, Hayes. You need to leave now!" She said, trying to push him towards it, but he refused to move.

"Why are you helping me, Monica? Why should I trust you?" Hayes asked. "Someone could be waiting out there to kill me. Why would you risk a life in the dungeons to help me?"

"Hayes, hurry!" Ansel now yelled, pushing the bed against the door as the banging became harder and harder.

"I won't leave until you answer my question," Hayes insisted.

"Fine! I'm freaking pregnant with your baby, Hayes! Now leave before they kill the father of my child!"

The door of the room opened, snapping Monica out of her thoughts. She stood still, keeping her gaze fixed outside, not wanting to look at Tyson. He closed the door gently, and she heard him enter the washroom. He exited a short moment later, after which he slowly made his way towards her. When she felt him stand right behind her, she frowned and turned around. A gasp escaped her lips when she found him standing too close to her, staring her in the eye, and she backed away into the window. He leaned in slightly, placing his hands on either side of her, caging her.

"Tyso-" she tried to speak, but he stopped her.

"Shh," he whispered, stepping even closer to her. "Just stay quiet." He started to lean in again, while Monica leaned backwards against the open window, her eyes wide in confusion as well as fear. She backed away as much as she could without putting a strain on her stomach and back, while Tyson leaned in to her ear. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat, as she froze completely. Her whole body seemed to be electrified, sparks erupting all over skin. She waited for a few moments for him to say or do something, but when he didn't, she opened her eyes again.

"Ty-Tyson?" She asked, frowning as she moved her head away from his, to look at him. She blinked, realizing that all he was doing was looking outside at something or someone, his eyes narrowed. Monica turned around with a frown on her face, her gaze setting on the one he was looking at. She found Alyssa pressed against a tree, with a much older guy planting kisses all over her neck. Monica scrunched up her nose in disgust, forgetting about how close Tyson was to her.

"Is that her mate?" She asked, turning her head to face him. He instinctively did the same when she spoke, and their noses brushed against each others, making both their eyes widen. Their breaths mingled together, as the two got lost in each other's scents, their gazes locked with each other's.

"No," Tyson said softly, his eyes flickering down to her parted lips, before returning to her eyes.

"What?" She whispered, gulping, her mind blank.

"Mate," Tyson said huskily, his hand snaking around her waist, as he pulled her even closer to himself. Monica sucked in a breath, blinking up at him, looking at his lips. They were hardly inches away from hers, and all she needed was to get her on tip toes, reach up and kiss him. But something was pulling her down, not allowing her to do that, and her eyes widened when she realized what it was. She pushed him away by his chest, making him snap out of his trance, as she too backed away. They stared at each other in shock, gaping, before Monica rushed into the washroom, slamming the door behind her.

Tyson held onto the window sill, as realization dawned on him. He was about to cheat on the woman he loved, and he would have, if Monica had not pushed him away.

"s**t," he muttered through a clenched jaw, running his hand through his hair. He strode towards the small table in the corner of the room, and kicked it, also kicking the wall in the process. Monica flinched hearing the sound of it, as she hugged herself, grabbing onto the sleeves of her T-shirt. A moment later she heard him leave the room, and she gulped, taking a deep breath. She stepped out of the washroom, and her eyes widened when they fell upon the table.

It was broken into tiny pieces scattered across the floor, and there was a small dent in the wall. She plopped down on the bed, burying her face in her hands and she massaged her temples. Staying with Tyson was going to be much harder than she had thought.

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