Hi, again. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Here is the next chapter.
Claudette's POV
I was crying into Fleet's fur at the back of my new den. My soft, blonde fur was wet under my eyes and my caring mate tried to dry my tears. I hadn't stopped crying since Salty assaulted me a week ago. My mother constantly visited and so did Runt, and they tried to comfort me. But I didn't want to be comforted.
I wanted Salty dead.
I want his blood to flood his den and I want Candy to watch. I want him to feel my pain, my agony, my suffering. My dad knows where he is, I'm sure of it. They've been the best of friends since they were pups, they were the epitome of lazy omegas. Bi-sexual, stoner, careless, perverse, irresponsible, rude, obnoxious, stupid, sadistic, cruel, lazy omegas. He just gets high and humps what ever the fuck moves! Or gets humped by what ever the fuck moves. I bet Salty told him all about his plans to do that to me. But my father didn't give a shit that his pregnant daughter was going to get raped. I'm honestly disgusted he is my father.
"Claudette!" Fleet screamed loudly. He released me from his grasp and gazed at my crotch.
"What? Why are you shouting?" I asked him with some concern.
"You're... you're vagina! Or clitoris or uterus or what ever!" He said putting his paw closer to my crotch, as if he was pointing.
"Oh! You want a little taste, big boy?" I asked sensually as I stroked his nipple with my claw gently as I pecked at his lips.
"No! Claudette! You're water broke!" He said loudly as he placed the most external tip his paw in the liquid coming from my private area.
Sweet's POV
I was returning from meeting with Candy. I was amazed because she told me Salty had left her. I thought they were in love, I know Salty told Humphrey about her all the time. But I guess people just grow apart, right? I know me and Humphrey are more in love than ever, we never lost our flame and I'm so lucky to have him. I haven't been my self recently, and I know that - but that was because of his heart problems. We're getting better now and I'm going to be my self from now onwards.
I walked into the den to see my son in a deep, relaxing sleep in one corner of the den. I smiled at his gentleness and cuteness. But, across the room was my husband and daughter; wide awake.
"What are you two doing?" I asked quietly, so as not to wake up the small pup across the floor.
"Just goofin' around." Humphrey told me. "By the way, I have something to say to you outside."
"Ooh... Is it a gift?" I asked him getting excited.
"No, sorry." He said with an akward, cheesy smile. "I just want to tell you about something that happened earlier."
"Okay" I responded as we walked outside. When we got outside he told me straight on what happened.
"Kate was talking to me yesterday. She told me she had left Hutch after an argument." He told me. I tilted my head at this comment, as it confused me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because she isn't in love with him, apparently. She told me that..." He gulped and looked away for a few seconds and then looked into my eyes, stepping a little bit closer. "She told me... she told me that she still has feelings for." He cut himself off.
"Feelings for who?" I enquired with widened eyes, knowing exactly what the answer would be. He seemed emotional at what he was about to say next.
"That she still has feelings for me." He started to cry after he spat that out. I pulled him into a hug and stroked his back.
"Well, you're going to have to tell her that you don't love her anymore. That you are no longer with her, you are my husband. She passed up her opportunity, Humphrey." I said frantically. I became totally paranoid that he was going to run away with Kate, and leave me and my children alone and cold.
"But... but do I want to say that?" He choked, stopping his sobbing. I pushed him off me. I had never felt so insulted and punctured by someone's words.
"What the fuck are you talking about? We're married. Don't leave me, please! I'm sorry Humphrey! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry." I screamed loudly, Humphrey was taken off guard at this response. "Please, please." I started sobbing.
"Sweets, I don't know what to do. I still love her, and that will never go away. But I love you too. I've cheated on you a few times Sweets, I don't think we have a flame anymore."
I couldn't even respond to that statement. I just slapped him as hard as I possibly could.
"Fine! Go fuck your cheating whore of an ex wife! You two can go cheat on each other! Fuck you, you stupid, lazy, irresponsible bitch!" I shouted at the top of my lungs before once again slapping Humphrey with unmatched power and speed. He held his face in agony. "I'm telling the children all about how you cheated on me, about how you left them because you loved them less, about how much of a drug dealing bastard you really are!"
"I don't love them less! I love them just as mu..." I cut him off.
"You hate them, don't you? I'm your second pick for a wife and they're your fucking fourth and fifth pick for children! You are just sick, Humphrey. I hope we never talk or meet again."
And with that, I walked into the den to act upon my threats and tell my children what their father is really like.
Wow. That escalated quickly.