“Get back in the car unless you want me to show you who the real Alpha is supposed to be” I tell them. My father growls not liking me denouncing him.
“You owe me for what you did, I will not hand the pack over until I know it’s in safe hands”
“It has never been in safe hands you old fool, you are making them weak. The only reason I haven’t kicked your fucking arse is because you are my father” I tell him. My father laughs.
“Is that what you tell yourself, it wouldn’t have anything to do with your guilt, huh son. She would be alive if it weren’t for you. We never would have been banished if it weren’t for what you did, don’t you forget that. They would have slaughtered you for what you did, you owe me. Now get that little bitch to comply or I will start a war. You have three days son” He says, turning his back on me and walking back toward his car.
“You’ll lose, you know that right?” He stops, turning back to look at me.
“Oh and why is that?”
“You have no idea who you are going up against, Tate has had every opportunity to take you down but hasn’t because of me. You starting a war against him will only end in your death father and I won’t stop him” I warn him.
“You would turn your back on family for a man” He bellows.
“I never turned my back on you, you are just to stubborn to admit when you are wrong, just like you were wrong about mum when you said she wouldn’t do it, she fucking proved you wrong didn’t she”
“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.
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.
“Our pack, I am not part of this pack”
“You are, always have been since I met you” Tate says. I feel my heart clench at his words, he is so willing to accept our relationship even after everything, even after me denying us for eleven years.
Suddenly the shower door opens, and I frantically try to get the soap out of my eyes stepping further away from the door. Opening my eyes, Tate was turning the other shower head on, his back to me. I watch the water cascade down his back, his muscles rippling as he adjusted the shower head higher. He turns around and I avert my eyes.
“We are mates Drake; you can look I don’t care” He says.
“I wasn’t looking” I tell him. He laughs grabbing the soap from behind me off the niche.
“You were, I could feel your eyes boring into my back. But that’s fine we can pretend” He says, his lips tugging up in a smirk as his eyes snap down between my legs.
“I have no problem looking at what’s mine” He says his eyes moving back to mine as he leans back. I shake my head about to get out and away from the feelings he was suddenly churning up, when his hand stops me as he holds the door closed.
‘Why are you running from me”
‘Because it is wrong” I tell him grabbing his hand to remove it, sparks running up my arm.
“Does that feel wrong to you?” He asks, stepping closer.
“Does this?” He asks before I feel his mouth on mine. His lips moving against mine and I press my lips together when he grabs my cock making me gasp, my lips parting and I feel his tongue brush mine, and he breathes into my mouth as he groans, biting down on my lip. His hand grabbing my cock as he runs his hand up and down my shaft before he shoves me against the shower wall. The cold tiles making me flinch before I kiss him back grabbing the back of his head, his tongue fighting mine for dominance before he pulls away nipping and sucking at my neck, his teeth grazing my chest as he moves lower.