Return of the Father

I stared at him; I am not sure whether I should tell him exactly what I saw in that room. I clam up. He stares me down, and I begin to walk away, I am a stubborn she-wolf. I’m not going to answer him, and he’s realizing it.

“Tabitha! Tell me what you know!” he demands. I roll my eyes and continue to ignore him. I don’t give a shit if he is my father, I’m not going to give in easily. I do not need him puking again on the floor, I’d rather keep the information to myself.

“Tabitha, tell me right now!” He commands me, his Alpha tone radiating forward. I almost buckle at the command. After so many years, he still is an Alpha, and apparently still my Alpha. He’s my fucking father, and his effect still works on me. Fuck, I buckle under the weight of his command. His authority spilling over me like the kings blood that still flows through his veins.

“Kayla! Just tell him what you saw!” I grit my teeth. Feeling the power wash over me as his Alpha dominance returns. I emotionally give up.