Page 25 of Fight between Alphas

Chase then pushes the door open to my left and I follow in after Drake. I was right, the man in the painting was his father. His father was incredibly intimidating to look at. The sort of person who’s resting face was a glare. I didn’t fear him though, my father instilled more fear than this man, no matter his broad size and cruel eyes. I had no doubt this man could be cruel, the way his lips turned up in a smirk as we walked in said enough for me. I didn’t like him and usually I wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but there was no doubting that this man was used to getting his way, that he demanded respect instantly.

He gets up from his desk and holds his hand out to me. I place mine in his hand when he jerks me forward, sweeping my hair off my neck. Tsk, Tsk he clicks his tongue. Before letting me go and I hear Drake growl at him from behind me.

“I told you to mark her, did you bring her here to openly disrespect me” His father snaps.

“I will not mark her without permission Father”

“You don’t need permission to mark what’s yours, she does belong to you, doesn’t she?” He asks, eyeing me and I bite my lip fighting the urge to tell him no one owned me and to go fuck himself.

Drake doesn’t get a chance to answer though when his father suddenly steps forward and sniffs me. I was shocked by his sudden behaviour.

His father’s fist clench and his body trembled like he was about to explode.

“Is this a fucking joke?” His father snaps, taking a step toward his son. Drake doesn’t move, just glares at his father before taking a step forward and pulling me behind him and toward Chase. Chase's hand grabs my arm like he was getting ready to remove me from the room.

“First you bring home a fucking man and now you bring home a half breed fucking mutt” His father bellows. Drake growls before I watch horrified as his fist connects with his fathers face, making him stumble back toward the desk.

“She is purer than any of us” He spits at his father.

His father scoffs, straightening up and stepping toe to toe with his son and I feared they were about to fight.

“Finally grown a pair I see son, good for you, good for you” His father mutters. Chase’s grip on my arm tightens and I look down at his hand and he lets go.

“What’s your name girl?” His father asks, and I raise an eyebrow at the word girl.

“My name is Lana and yours” I ask, not even bothering to hide my distaste for the man before me.

“You may call me Alpha” I chuckle is he for real? Fuck does he not realise who my mother is? She would have backhanded him for his disrespect. I was never an angry person, in fact avoided confrontation for the most part but something about this man had me seeing red.

“Something funny?” His father asks.

“Everything about you is fucking hilarious Alpha” I mock. Drake seems startled by my sudden outburst but how dare this man think he can talk to me like that, demand respect where it wasn't earnt, two can play at this little game of titles.

“Who do you think you are?” He asks, standing up and leaning across the table.

“Not one of your minions, your people may put up with your arrogant ways, but I bow down to nobody especially a lowly Alpha like yourself”

“Lowly Alpha?” He yells, punching the table, but I don’t even budge. Instead holding his gaze steadily. This man thinks he can intimidate me, use his Alpha aura on me? He would piss his pants where he stood if he met my family.

“Control your woman son or I will have her banished”

“Dad,” Chase says, stepping next to me. Drake just stood there shocked that I just challenged his father’s authority. I hoped this wasn’t going to cause problems with us, but I wasn’t going to be spoken to like trash.

“No, I have had enough of this, how dare you come to my pack and challenge me half breed” He screams, his face turning purple with his anger. Drake growls stepping forward at his fathers words, his father’s eyes darting to him for a second before going to me with a cruel smile on his lips.

“Mark her, now. Put her in her place son” I look at Drake horrified by what his father just demanded of him; he would seriously mark someone against their will?

“No!” Drake says, and his father sits back down, folding his arms across his chest and glaring at his son. “Either hand the Pack over or I am gone. I am sick of fighting against you at every turn” His father looks shocked at his son's words.

“You would leave your own pack for her?” His father questioned.

“No, I would leave for my mates” He says.

“Always back to that faggot” His father growls. I step forward at his disgusting words. Pissed off that he would say such a thing, it pissed me off more than when he called me a half breed. His father smiles at my reaction before using his Alpha aura trying to get me to submit. I smile and for the first time in my life, I use mine. Stepping forward and placing my hands on the desk and leaning over, looking him dead in the eye suddenly feeling overly protective of my mates.

His fathers eyes narrow as he tries to exert his force over me when I hit him with mine, making him gasp. Sweat beads on his forehead as he fought against my silent command before I felt my eyes bleed red, giving the room a red tinge to it. Drake suddenly grabs my arm, sparks rushing over my skin and I stand upright shocked at what I did.

I always saw it as an abuse of power using your Alpha aura, if you were a good Alpha your people wouldn’t question you and you wouldn’t have to force them to do as you please. But this man irritated me and brought out an anger I never knew I kept within me.

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