Chapter 10
"What do you mean?" Jesse, the were-weasel, looked at his fated mate's shocked expression as he held out the foreclosure notice on his house.
He tore the paper from his trembling hands and read the notice, spit flying from his lips. He read it four or five times before crumpling it up and throwing it on the floor.
"Damn him to hell!" Jesse snapped, looking around the room.
"You told me he wouldn't foreclose on our house if you did what he demanded!"
"That's what he told me." Jesse sighed heavily as grabbed a phone from his desk.
"What's that?"
"Just go shopping. Okay?" Jesse said, leaning against the wall.
"What are you planning? How are we going to get through this?" His omega stepped toward him, but stopped when he glared at him.
"Answer me!" The omega demanded.
Jess
