Page 23 of Fight between Alphas

“No, of course not, we knew what you were before we brought you here. You being hybrid doesn’t bother us Lana” He says. Suddenly the door opens and in stumbles a very sleepy Tate, he climbs in the bed rolling over half asleep and spooning Drake.

Drake looks over his shoulder at him before turning back to me with a silly grin on his face.

“You seem more comfortable here” I tell him. Drake seems to think for a second but doesn’t remove Tate’s arm that is wrapped around him instead pulls me closer before sitting up on his elbow looking down at me, his eyes darting to my lips for a second and he hesitates before leaning down and kissing me, his lips were soft on mine and I felt him pause for a second when I kissed him back before feeling his tongue run across my bottom lip wanting access.

My lips part and I feel his tongue slip into my mouth playing with mine before he takes control of the kiss fighting mine for dominance and I let him have it, not fighting against him and it felt good, felt right until he moved, and I felt his erection against my thigh as he moved between my legs making me tense before I relax, his lips go to my neck sucking and nipping at my skin where his mark would be. I feel his teeth graze my neck and pull away from him.

“Sorry” He mutters, and it was like someone chucked cold water over me when he climbed out from between my legs, my body instantly missing his touch, his warmth.

“Will your father be mad if you don’t mark me before I meet him?” I ask, wanting to cover my reaction to the loss of his warmth, he settles beside me staring at the roof. Tate suddenly rolls into him chucking his arm over Drake again making me chuckle. Tate’s head snapping up and groggily looking over at us before realising he had his arm draped over Drake.

“Sorry” he mutters, before he goes to move his arm when Drake grabs his arm pulling it back in place. Tate is unable to mask his shock but doesn’t pull away instead laying back. His fingertips brushing my side and I notice Drake still hasn’t answered.

“Will he?” I ask Drake again and he turns his head looking at me.

“I will deal with that, it is fine Lana, we won’t force you” He says. I nod thinking, trying to find a way to help him, it was clear to me he didn’t like disappointing his father, like he was seeking his father’s approval.

“What if I mark you?” I ask, his face snapping in my direction and Tate suddenly sits up looking over Drake and at me.

“You would mark us” Tate asks.

“Don’t look so shocked, besides, I am pissed off with you” I tell him.

“What did I do” Tate asks, shocked. Drake looks at him.

“Any discussions about blood yesterday?” Drake asks him, raising an eyebrow at him. Tate seems to think for a second.

“Yeah, I told her we don’t have blood banks” He answers, and I could tell he really didn’t think he did anything wrong.

“She thought you hate vampires, that you wanted her to go without blood” Tate looks horrified by his words, his eyes snapping to me.

“No that’s not what I meant; I don’t hate vampires I just”

“Don’t want me drinking a stranger's blood” I offer, and he nods before looking away guiltily.

“It changes your scent, if you're going to smell of someone else I would rather it be me or Drake” he says.

“Well next time say that, I thought you had a problem with what I am, and I thought your pack hates vampires” I tell him, but now also feeling stupid I jumped to conclusions, but it wasn’t entirely my fault, he could have just come out and said that instead of making out his pack would be against it.

“My pack don’t care, they already know about you, I told them to keep their distance for a bit but saying that I still don’t want to put them in that position. They may not care what you are Lana but around these parts it is uncommon to run into vampires. They are more common in the city”

“There is a city close to here” I ask, not having seen any signs for one on the drive here.

“Yeah, Avalon City it’s about two hours away” Tate answers.

Chapter14

Tate’s POV

I can’t believe she thought I hated that she was Hybrid, can’t believe I almost fucked everything up. Drake had decided to take her to meet his father although, I could tell she was a little nervous, but she hid it well. We turned down her offer to mark us, it didn’t feel right. Like she was doing it out of guilt. Drake and I actually agreed on something, he felt the same and didn't want the pressures of his father on her shoulders, that wasn’t for her to bear, he would just need to step up.

Elias brought us over breakfast this morning and I asked his sister if she would do some grocery shopping so when she got back, the house was stocked, though I had no idea what she liked. I never pictured her to be one to cook but should have known because she is pretty independent considering she was raised so sheltered by her pack.

They were leaving soon and I wanted to go with them, though me being there would make things harder on Drake and her. Besides, knowing his father, a fight would have broken out the moment I stepped across the border. Sitting at the dining table we wait for Lana to finish getting ready upstairs, Drake pacing back and forth nervously stuck in his thoughts.

“Can you stop, you're going to wear the floor out if you keep pacing” He stops, dragging his hand down his face. Concern clearly etched into his expression. He sighs loudly turning toward me. We stare at each other. I could see the longing on his face, it resembled exactly how I felt towards him yet one minute he would almost give into it, the next he would shut down completely. His fathers beliefs weigh heavily on him. I call it genetic upbringing, a family raised on the beliefs of their forefathers yet a lot of the time those beliefs are wrong. You just need to break the cycle of that hereditary thought pattern. How anyone could turn away their own child because of who they love escapes me. Yet Drake has always sought his father’s approval and nothing any of his sons have done, has ever lived up to his unrealistic expectations.

Drake continues to stare until I move and his eyes dart away looking toward the stairs. Getting up, I move toward him wanting to give him some reassurance when I see his walls go up and he steps back.

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