Horizon Ridge Love without end

lol, ugh this post is poop but people kept insisting on talking to me when i was trying to write so i wasn't really in a very good writing zone. xD

Thistle’s pride for him seemed to morph into something darker, seething into frustration. It was made known in her voice, and gradually her frustration seemed to turn into irritation. Ragnar recoiled, eyes of Caribbean ice narrowing at the lash of her annoyance. He realized she had just been pointing out that he could tell them to do whatever the hell he wanted but he hadn’t, really, needed her to point it out to him. The fact that she did, however, left the Viking with a little bit of a worry. Did she expect him to abuse it or was that an implication of that being what she would do if she were in his position? He watched with silence and she rose and ambled away a little bit and began to pace back and forth. For a while his eyes followed her, ears slicking back to his skull, wondering if he should reprimand her as her husband for taking her irritation or whatever was wrong with her out on him, or rather as her alpha. He almost didn’t catch her whisper and wasn’t even sure he had heard it but responded, nevertheless with, “I’m doing the best I can, Thistle.” He wasn’t a God and couldn’t make things happen with a flick of his tail as nice as that sounded.