“So; the rumors are true … this nine-year-old, little pup-bitch can shape-shift, already. I’ll be damned.”
The other one tries to tauntingly belittle Brianna…
“So, what; big deal. Just look at how ridiculously short those so-called claws of hers are. It looks like she could use a scratching-post to work on sharpening them; don’t you think? … What do you say, girly; would you like us to have Santa Claus bring you one, next Christmas?”
Still reading, “No thanks; that won’t be necessary.”
Brianna closes her book; then, slowly sets it down on the cushion beside her. And, before they can do anything; in a flash … moving seemingly as quick as lightning … she suddenly leaps up, and swipes her hands across the breadth of their massive chests … giving them no other choice but to awkwardly stumble back a few steps in a tactical retreat.
The behemoths manage to quickly regain their footing; and, wrongfully assume that they were never in harm’s way, since they’re feeling no pain. Again, they smugly smirk; as one of them haughtily scoffs…
“Humph … look here, you little pup-bitch; with moves like that, you won’t be able to strike the side of a barn. And, even if you did; I doubt you’d do any damage to it with those dinky claws of yours.”
Brianna shoots them over another impish, little grin; then, aloofly quips…
“Are you sure about that?”
She sits back down, picks up her book, and buries her nose back in it.
They quizzically look at each other … then; suddenly realize what she meant. They look down, and instantly become stupefied; as they stare at their slashed suit jackets, shirts, and ties.
Back at the Gamma’s residence…
**Pomona’s POV**
Once again, Daphne manages to stun everyone; as I watch all their mouths drop into a fully agape position. Even Dad and Bellona, who aren’t so easily shocked, seem to be a bit taken aback. However, out of all of them; the twins appear to be flustered the most by Daphne’s proclamation … completely caught off guard and flabbergasted.
Raina stammers, “H-h-how d-did y-you kn-know?”
Daphne has me taunt, “‘H-h-how d-id I-I kn-know’ what … that you fucked Casper Whitmore?”
Raina can’t bring herself to look me in the eyes, now; and, averts her eyes down the floor, as she slowly nods.
“That’s easy … as easy as you two whore-sluts … I can smell our mate’s scent on the both of you. … Even though it is kind of masked behind the reeking stench of the alcohol and sexual depravity seeping out from your pores.”
Dad’s enraged by Daphne’s berating verbal assault on the twins; and, ferociously lunges towards me … ready to deliver a harsh, backhand slap to my face. But, before he’s able to make contact; Bellona charges over, and grasps hold of his wrist in her ironclad, vise-like grip … and, twists it with a powerful, torque-like motion; as she pulls him away from me.
After Bellona releases her grip; I see Dad wincing in pain, as he massages his reddened-discolored wrist. He derisively sneers at Bellona; while growling…
“Impertinent child! So, what; just because it’s Daphne speaking, and not Pomona … that means I’m not suppose to slap her for her impetuous behavior?”
Bellona sternly scolds Dad, “Listen to me; I’m only going to say this once. … Even when it’s Daphne speaking; it’s always Pomona, regardless. And, like I keep telling you over and over again; I’ll never allow you to lay a hand on her.”
Dad snaps, “You’ll never allow me to lay a hand on her?! I’m her father; not you! … So, who are you to talk to me like this?!”
Mom finally interjects, “Enough of this bickering, you two; there are more important matters that need to be addressed here, right now.”
From the tone in her voice, it’s clearly evident that Mom’s agitated and upset; and, this brings an immediate halt to Dad and Bellona’s quarreling. She dazedly ambles over to Raina and Rhiana … looking as if tears are forming in her eyes; ready to be pushed out any moment by the overwhelming disappointment that’s already prevalent in them … and, somberly asks the twins…
“Is it true … what you’re sister’s saying … did you two sleep with Casper Whitmore, last night?”
It appears like Raina and Rhiana are instantly plagued with guilt-ridden shame; and, they quickly avert their eyes back down to the floor, as they lower their heads to a subservient position … and, meekly mutter in unison…
“Yes.”
Dad’s face turns back to a dark, beet-red shade; and, instantly contorts into an expression revealing his burgeoning rage. He looks like he’s ready to fly into another tirade; as he boisterously belts out…
“What were you two thinking … are you trying to destroy this alliance before it’s formed?! What’s wrong with you?!”
Dad suddenly lunges over towards the twins; but, Bellona immediately snatches hold of his shirt collar from behind, and pulls him back … while, Helena instinctively jumps in front of the cowering twins, extending her arms out; ready to try to block and shield them from our father’s attempted beating.
He futilely continues to try to lunge forward, while struggling to break loose from Bellona’s grasp; until, in a man-handled-like fashion, she tosses him over onto the couch. At first, Dad displays a stunned looked; but, that look quickly dissipates, and is quickly replaced with an extremely angered expression … as he rebukingly glares at Bellona; and, growls at her…
“What’s this?! I thought you only bothered protecting Pomona … but now, you won’t let me discipline Raina and Rhiana; either?!”
Helena suddenly interjects; unceremoniously snapping out at our father…
“It doesn’t matter if she does, or doesn’t … I won’t let you hurt them; Father! Just like Bellona won’t allow you to lay a hand on Pomona; I won’t allow you to lay a hand on the twins!”
Dad’s momentarily taken aback; being left speechless. He can’t believe it … his favorite, most loyal and filial daughter, has unexpectedly turned on him. A totally confounded expression has completely overtaken his countenance. … But shortly, he rebukingly glares at all of us sisters; then, looks to Mom, and exasperatedly declares…