Page 38 of Fight between Alphas

“Your mother was weak and that’s on you, you should have kept your mouth shut, don’t forget who handed her that blade son. Poor little Drake not able to say no to his mummy”

“I only gave it to her because she said she was going to fucking kill you with it” I scream at him.

“What did you just say?”

“You fucking heard me, you drove her to it, I was child you can’t put that blame on me. Sure, blame me for what happened after but her death that’s on you” I tell him before turning my back on him and walking to my car. I leave spraying his car with rocks. The nerve of that man, to blame his own son for his cruelty, for his misdoings. Yet at the same time I still couldn’t bring myself to hate him, blood is thicker than water and my relationship with him has always proven that, if I weren’t his son, he probably would have let them kill me to save himself. But I was the last piece he had of her, so he did what he had to and begged for my life, instead getting us banished and giving up his title. But it never would have come to that if he had been a better husband, a better mate to her.

He killed her, forced her hand. Now that I have found Lana, the thought of what he did and how it affected my mother was starting to make me hate him. Maybe we weren’t much different after all, I hurt Tate and Lana without realising it, my father though he knew he was hurting her, knew because he still fooled around long after he marked her.

Chapter22

Drake POV

Getting home, I find Lana watching a movie with Tate. Walking in, I lean over the couch pecking her head, she smelt strongly of Tate like they had been around each other all day, jealousy flaring to life in me.

“I made chicken enchiladas for dinner” Lana tells me pointing to the table. I look over to see a plate with foil on it.

“What took you so long?” She asks her fingers rubbing my stubble as she looked up at me.

“I lost track of time” I tell her, Tate huffs beside her not believing me making Lana look at him. Stalking off upstairs, I walk to the bedroom flicking the bedroom light on when I hear footsteps on the stairs, Tate’s scent hitting me a moment before he steps into the room closing the door.

“What’s going on?” He asks, following me into the bathroom.

“Do you mind?” I tell him as I start stripping my shirt off.

“Not at all, by all means continue” He says, making me growl at him. I turn the shower on leaving my pants on while he jumped up sitting on the basin.

“What did you and Lana do today?” I ask.

“Paperwork took her to the pack training centre, girl can kick, like a fucking horse I must add” He says making me look at him. He lifts his shirt, purple bruising running across his ribs and abs.

‘Fucking broke my ribs” He exclaims though his ribs were healed the bruising was going to remain for a bit though.

“What did you do for her to do that”

“Told her she hit like a girl” He mutters.

“Obviously, she doesn't kick like one” I chuckle. The water heats up and I go to step in when he speaks again.

“Lose the pants geez, you ain’t got anything I haven’t seen already” Tate says.

“Will you stop telling me what to do?” I snap at him.

“Stop being a little bitch and I won’t have to” He retorts. I strip my pants off ignoring him and stepping in and grabbing the soap.

“So, what happened?” Tate asks.

“Nothing, Chase left town, the rest I will handle”

“The rest as in your father? Because his warriors have been scouting my border Drake” He says yet he didn’t seem angry.

“My father said I need to mark Lana, or he is starting a war” I tell him.

“Let him, he won’t win, he will realise that pretty quickly”

“You seem sure of yourself” I tell him.

“Because I know our pack” He says.

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