Page 127 of Broken Souls

“I'm yours. How many times do I have to say that before you stop acting out because of it?” A tear rolls down my cheek because I'm sick of the same fight.

“Honey.” Axe reaches for me and wipes my cheek. “I don't want you to be upset. I will try to be better.”

“Okay. I'm going to sleep,” I say, and he nods.

I roll on my side facing the cot and Axe gets in behind me. He doesn't touch me and he doesn't say anything. It stays quiet for hours even though we're both awake.

Chapter Seventy-Eight

I'm watching a show on my laptop while Cash is sleeping. The more time that passes, the more I can work around Cash by knowing his routine. Axe walks into the room and sits down beside me.

“Joel will be released today. He's healed,” Axe tells me. “How do you feel about that?”

“I'm fine,” I tell him. “Are you letting him say goodbye to his family?”

“The soldiers will take him home to see his family and then he'll be escorted off the land.”

“Okay.”

I don't really know what to say.

“I also wanted to release one of the men that were locked up from my father's reign. But once I mentioned it to my dad, he went off.”

“But you're the alpha. If you want to release him...”

“The man I want to release wasn't a violent offender. He was locked up for apparently fooling around with my mother.” Axe frowns.

“And what did Manson say?”

“I'm getting the feeling it was more than fooling around. I asked my mum and she went quiet. Maybe it was more of a love triangle.” Axe shakes his head as if ridding himself of the disturbing thought.

“So you're not letting him out?” I ask.

“I think my father would kill him if I did. Let's talk about something else. Where's Cash?”

“He's upstairs.”

“Sleeping?”

“He would be crying if he wasn't.” I chuckle.

I highly doubt Cash would be awake just lying in his cot. When he wakes up, he cries for me.

“Do you want to cook something for dinner together?” Axe asks.

“I don't know if we have anything worth cooking,” I tell him.

He walks over to the kitchen and looks into the fridge.

“I guess I'll go grocery shopping. Do you need anything?”

“Nappies.” I chuckle.

“Why do I feel like we spend all the money on nappies?” he says playfully.

“You could get some wine and we can have a relaxing night,” I suggest.

“We shouldn't be both drinking now that we have Cash.”