The Red Wolf's Mate

Chapter 62- Well DAD??

Blaine POV

"Hello father." 

What the hell?! I think I hear the rogue say father while looking directly at my Dad! Did I just hear this guy right?!

All I hear after the rogue says that is silence from everyone in the room. No one says shit! I think they are all waiting on my Dad to say something. But, typical Dad, nothing!

I slowly turn my head to observe Daddy dearest. He appears frozen in place, just staring at the rogue, who is sitting in the hospital bed gazing right back at my old man.

"Father? Did he just say father? What the hell is he talking about Dad?" I snap at him while pretty much burning holes into the side of his apparently empty head. 

He's still peering straight ahead at the rogue, expressionless, not uttering a single word.

"Is he telling the truth Jack? Are you Tristan's father?" Alpha Maureen directly ask my Dad while her acute eyes are shooting daggers at him. 

I notice she did not use her alpha voice on him, not yet anyway. I have a feeling she will in order for him to truthfully answer her question, the ass!

Her 'straight to the point' questions seem to pull him out of his trance and he quickly snaps his head toward her. He suddenly looks a bit nervous while shoving his hands into his faded jean's pockets and finding the tile floor very interesting. 

"Yes or no Jack?" she presses him, while still not using her alpha tone. I'm guessing she's wanting him to be an adult and admit it himself. Yeah, good luck with that one alpha! Dad, act like an adult? Ass, bully, yes. Adult, no.

Silence! 

Damn Dad! You're either dumb or scared to answer and I honestly can't figure out which!

"Answer her Dad!" I finally bellow at him. "Is this guy your son?! My half-brother?!" while lifting my hand and pointing my finger toward the black haired guy resting in the bed. 

"Shut-up!" he snarls back at me. 

"Shut-up! Shut-up! That's all you can say right now to me?! To him?! How about answering Alpha Maureen's questions, huh? How about that?!" I quickly ramble at him. 

"What do you want from me boy?"

"The damn truth Dad! They brought us here so I'm pretty sure they're confident you're his father and are waiting for you to man up! Besides, I can smell a hint of you from him! If I can then so can everyone else!"

"That actually confused the hell out of me that day in the convenience store by the way man," I mention to the rogue whose name I've now learned is Tristan.  He lightly chuckles and it seems to have relaxed him a bit. 

"You know nothing boy!" my old man yells at me, pulling my attention back to his angry ass! 

"So enlighten us!" I bark back at him while waving my arm toward the others inside the room. 

"ENOUGH!!" Alpha Maureen loudly commands and we instantly stop bickering, fists balled up at our sides and leering at each other. Wyatt is poised beside her with his arms folded on he chest and a scowl on his face. He looks relaxed and confident his mate is in charge. 

Yes, I notice her mark on his neck and vice versa. 

I also notice Tristan has remained quiet this entire time. I glance at his hands, which are also balled into tightened fists, and his blue eyes are narrowed in anger at his Dad. His nostrils are flaring too with his breathing rapidly increasing.