“I go play, papa!” Kal screeches with frustration as he attempts to procure the attention of his father drawing on his arm with a heavy grunt embedding all his energy in it yet his father remains still leaving his male to do as he pleases with him.
“You are doing it quite well, my female. I cannot believe you learnt to do it so quickly.” Deimos utters as he observes the way my fingers move with agility to sink the needle into the yarn to create a distinct pattern more complicated than the other.
“It is not that laborious, Deimos. You just need to get accustomed to it.” I speak my eyes narrowed down at my work whilst I proceed knitting the petite white hat for the pup that snores in my belly. We do not know what gender our pup shall be so we chose to have most of the potential outfits in white.
“Papa! Pwease.” Kal implores his father to be permitted to play, a small pleading whine departing his pouting lips.
“You cannot Kal. It is time for you to sleep.” Deimos replies his voice firm whilst his eyes take in the style I knit, this male finds it so fascinating. He had requested me to knit him something as well for he adored the texture of it. Though I playfully refused I still concluded that I shall make him a scarf and gift it to him for winter for the frigid weather is near.
“B-But uncle Agon say he buy us ice ceam.” Our male declares running around the tree we are seated beneath for he cannot contain his excitement. Ice cream is the sole treat that makes him go mad with anticipation.
“Tomorrow, Kal. It is too delayed now. Do you hook the needle in through this loop here?” Deimos inquires aiming with his forefinger at a small hole I made gazing up at me with marvel.
“No, I go now. I want to see my fwiends!” The little one does not back down for all the pups Kal plays with are older than him and their bedtime is often later than his. This he finds as unfair treatment from us.
“You put it through this loop. The other one merely destroys the work, I cannot afford to make a blunder. I am halfway through already.” I smile at his inquisitiveness teaching him the technique of knitting along the way.
“I see. Never in my life did I imagine you shall knit, my female.” He chuckles a tease in his voice as he strokes my full stomach with a gentleness. It is has grown to become a habit of his, wherever I am he would find me and saunter forward with a purpose.
Not to say his wishes to me but to sense his pup. He does not notice it but when we sleep at night, my male would snuggle up behind me to cast his arm around my waist just to settle his palm upon my stomach and slump back to slumber.
“Never in my life did I think you would be so patient.” I ridicule him too as his cheeks turn to an instantaneous hue of vivid pink in embarrassment to my words.
“Papa. Papa. Papa.” Kal groans out to his father in annoyance yet he is overlooked. Rather our ears have gotten used to his endless pestering and demanding attention from us. The little pup frequently requires to be entertained and authorised to be let out to be independent. He wishes to be set free but it is not yet safe for us to do so.
“Well said.” He cackles at my joke whilst he seizes my jaw steering my face to him to deliver a kiss of passion nipping and sucking at my lower lip only to thrust his flaming tongue into the raw voidness of my warm mouth that is in perpetual need of him. A sort of a tender reprimand to my teasing.
“Stop it, Deimos.” I giggle at his antics wriggling away yet he does not enable me to, embracing me tightly to his heat. Teeth nibble at my mark and soft pecks he endows me with all over my flesh.
“All I demand is one kiss.”
“You say this and one kiss transforms to me lying beneath you and you taking that as an advantage to ravish me,” I say the truth as his emeralds shine more brilliantly at my words, he fancies the idea of it at the moment.
“We never know, this fresh grass seems quite comfortable no? How about we try?” His voice is low and deep, a slow torturous temptation he commences to make me surrender to his desire as I titter at his words coltishly jostling his sly emerging face away.
Our male is keen to march forward stomping his feet wildly upon the soil only to bend down and haul the yarn from my hands flinging it viciously at my belly with fierceness his upset greens scowling at my stomach with hostility.
I startle and wince at his shocking action done with violence. Why would he do this? Deimos is prompt to rise on his feet his lips drawn back to unveil his cutting teeth at his male, his globes blaze with his surging temper at Kal’s antics. Yet our male does not submit growling up at his father in a challenge. He finds what he did without fault.
“This is not the way you should treat your mother, Kal! Come.” He explodes with rage as his male recoils to the earsplitting thunder in his father’s voice. He comprehends that he shall be instantly corrected. Deimos clasps the protesting little one by his delicate wrist dragging him inside the castle’s walls away from the garden.
“Deimos, wait!” I cry taking my time to arise and accompany them. Endeavouring to do anything with this expecting stomach truly is arduous, by the time I go to console both of them Deimos would have already taken action.
My heart hammers at an accelerated pace in concern for our pup, I do not wish for Kal to be punished. He did it out of stress, most pups tend to be violent at his age and it is a forgivable mistake. Wolves on the way watch on quietly as they regard their Alpha yanking on their future Alpha with a madness. They understand the situation for they have witnessed it several times before.
Deimos leads him towards his eerily dark and chilly office that Kal often fears for he despises the vibes he acquires from the place. He thinks spirits reside here and haunt the four walls though there are no such things it is still a dread of a pup, “Get inside.”
“Papa, no,” Kal whines in horror his watery doe eyes elevated to meet his father’s burning ones.
“I will not ask you again, inside now.” He threatens as Kal’s lower lip quivers with upsetness as he is shoved mildly by Deimos’s hands. “It is wrong to treat your mother this way, are you or are you not aware of this?”
“B-But you no listen to me and you a-always-”
“I asked you a question. You answer.” Deimos paces back and forth in the crisp room his hands fastened behind his back.
“I am.” Our male replies his head downcast, shoulders sagged in defeat. He regrets what he did.
“Good. You will stay in here for an hour and you will reflect on your mistake.”
“Papa no! I no want to. I-I sowwy.” Kal begs his father yet is disregarded. He cannot resist his way out of this, his father has made up his mind.
“Deimos there is no need for this, he was merely frustrated,” I whisper setting my hand on his back attempting to ease his ruffled fur. The fact that his male displayed cruelty towards his pup terrifies him for what would Kal do when his sibling is born?
“You saw what he did, Lumina. This is not the first time he has shown his aggression towards his sibling and I had let it go. But our pup is to be birthed by you at the end of this month, I will not risk it.”
“Yes but we can train him after, this place haunts his nightmares. Please don’t do this.” I murmur nuzzling into his neck nudging him with my nose.
“Next time it may not be a ball of yarn he launches but something that shall harm you or the pup. He must learn. Come, Lumina.” He states hugging my waist guiding me away as the little one weeps softly nestled at the corner of the room his fearful eyes gazing at Deimos’s retreating back. He does not ask anymore for he knows his father shall not change his mind, he never does.
My mate escorts me out near the stairs as my sensitive ears pick up on Kal’s high pitched whining, he truly is petrified of that room. “Why must you do this, Deimos?”
“So he will learn, so he will lead the other pups in the right direction so they do not do the same.”
“He is merely three,” I mutter panting as he pauses whirling around waiting for me to regain my breath. He is aware of my frailty.
“If I had done that with my father I would have been spanked, Lumina. The punishment I have given is nothing compared to what father used to give me.” Deimos pleads his case his agitation of what Kal had done swallowing him whole. He despises when Kal does certain acts of violence, it infuriates him.
“Alpha, there is a situation that needs your presence.” Ragon interrupts our discussion his hands overfilled with numerous documents, dark heavy bags linger beneath his swollen orbs his hair dishevelled as though he has not been sleeping. I discern the weariness he holds in his eyes for Deimos had instructed him to take care of important matters on his behalf as my male is often worrying for me, always by my side.
Ragon only beckons Deimos when he finds no other choice and requires his aid to handle a situation. “We shall address this later, Lumina. One hour, just one hour and I shall let him out.”