Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Seven

I can't deny that I'm pissed off.

Who invites their homophobic twat of a mother to come stay? I was able to cut myself off from my parents almost completely, and yes maybe there were those days when I wanted to email them until they answered and beg them to take me back but I was strong and I crushed that patrimonial part of me and pushed them aside.

Castus shouldn't be talking to her, much less letting her stay. She was a bigger bitch then my parents and that's saying something.

How can he say he wants to make things up to me and allow the woman who suggested locking me up for him to use in private for the appearance of being straight and the freewill to go about knocking up wolves while he was away from me.

Didn't she practically suggest turning me into some form of sex slave? And Castus is inviting her into his home?

What does this say about Castus?

Ever since the incident with Zack he was constantly hovering over me. I was well aware that an alpha had his duties, it wasn't a five day, seven hour job, it was twenty-four-seven. Every day, every month, every year, until you were no longer an alpha.

People think being the alpha is desirable, I've seen the work Castus's father had to do, I've cleaned his study (none of the girls were allowed to do that for whatever reason, I've never cared to learn it) and the fact that his pack was newly formed only made it worse.

How did Castus have so much time to spend on me?

The worst thing was I'd grown into a deep-rooted habit of asking Castus for things in this tone that made me cringe right as the words left my mouth.

I don't ask Castus to do things, I just do things, he doesn't need to know where I'm going and I don't need to get permission from him for it. It might be his house but I was only there because I was stuck until he permitted my leaving, I have no responsibility to be polite in his home.

But when I left the games room to get a can of coke from the fridge he stalked after me and asked me where I thought I was going in the most confrontational way, really I'd only tried to escape once or twice and he was so twitchy about it.

I heard some clatter in the kitchen and guessed it must be Zack, it was always Zack, it's like he never leaves the place.

"Sit down."

I looked him in the eye, consciously keeping my chin up as I did so, and glared. And then I glared at the hand that held my wrist in a firm grip.

"Let go of me."

"Sit down," He commanded again and I scowled.

"I'm not gonna fucking sit down so either let go of me or come with me." I frowned. "No wait, not the second one."

He growled and the hair on my neck and arms stood on end, it was the cause of a battle in me. One where I fought the reaction I got from those types of things and tried so hard to cover it up with a mask of indifference.

"Sit your ass down, if you need something I'll call Zack, sit down."

"Fuck you, Zack isn't a servant." I wasn't actually concerned about that, I knew Zack liked dishing out drinks or preparing supper, but I was dying to start an argument. It was a conscious effort, though I had no idea just why.

I could see the red in his face as he fought off just pinning me down and forcing me to submit. I knew what he wanted to do, but I also knew that he wanted me to want him again and that was probably the only thing holding him back.