Love, Mates and other Mistakes

21

*Viktor's pov*

The look my father had made me almost piss my self.
Of course I had seen him angry or disapproving before but those times where nothing in comparison to how he was glaring at me in that moment.
I swallowed hard and gave my best not to show how afraid I really was.

I can't back down now! He would have found out about it sooner or later anyway so fuck it! I'm not a fucking coward! Besides even if he disownes me, who cares?! I never wanted to be the future king anyways! If it really comes to it I'm sure George wouldn't mind me joining his pack.

Me and my father just continued to stare at each other. He was definitely trying to get me to submit and admit defeat while I on the other hand was hell bend on exactly doing the opposite.
"Son. I think we should talk!"
He hissed and then added with a warning look towards Luke "In private."
With that walked towards the door, expecting me to follow him.

I was about to when George grabbed my wrist.
He slightly pulled on it but I refused to turn around.
Instead I just grabbed his hand with my free hand and lightly squeeze his. Then I quietly whispered to him "It's okay. I can do this." With a glance over my shoulder towards him I added "Don't worry I will be fine."
Trying to reassure him and myself that this was going to work.

I let go of his hand and then followed my father.
While walking over I repeatedly told myself same I had just said to George, in an attempt to keep up my courage.
When I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me, I thought I was ready to face my father but as soon as I turned around to look at him my confidence was almost emidietley gone.

I could see that he was way beyond just being pissed.
His normally pail compaction was red from anger and when I looked closer I could even see his eye twitch.
Shit Julius was fucking right... I'm sooo dead...

"What was THAT about? Why where you hugging that werewolf?And don't you DARE lie to me, Vicktor!" He questioned and folded his arms over his chest.
Even though he wasn't yelling or even really raising his voice, he still managed to make me feel as if I was a stupid, little child again.
Making all my confidence crumble to pieces.

"We...uhm...you see...uhm...George and me we are.....friends?" I squirmed, making it sound more like a question then anything else.
He raised an eyebrow and gave me an 'I'm not buying this bullshit' look while slightly shaking his head in disapproval.
"Friends? Really?"
I lowered my gaze and nodded.
Wow... so much to being brave and not caring about the consequences.

I heard my father sigh, then he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Vicktor you can't be friends with that...." He cleared his throat and continued "With him... he is a werewolf. You know that those.... beings are to dangerous. They are unpredictable and have a violent nature. It's just a matter of time before... your friend hurts you. And as your father I can't let that happen. You understand that right?"

I looked up surprised that he didn't seem angry anymore and that he hadn't yelled at me at all.
Instead he just seemed concerned and worried.
What the hell?! Why is he acting like this? Is he honestly just concerned or is this one of his manipulation technics...
Wait no! It doesn't fucking matter what! I'm not going to allow him to forbid me to see George!

I shrugged of his hand. "No dad! I'm not... listen George isn't like that! He is really nice and... and I seriously like him... like a lot..." I stammled and gave him my best attempt of sad puppy eyes.
This normally always worked when I wanted  something but this time he just shook his head.
"Vicktor, I don't care what you believe your friend is like." He angrily stated. Then he took a deep breath and continued.
"I have given you enough freedom while growing up, maybe even to much considering how unprepared you are for the position of king. But this one time you will do as I say. You are not allowed to see or even talk to any werewolf ever again. Do you understand?!"
"But father!" I tried to protest.

"NO BUT! You do what I tell you to do! Or do you want to end up like your mother?! Ripped to pieces by those monsters?! Is it that what you want?!"
I was stunned by his sudden out burst.
Of course I didn't want to end like my mom but George was my mate. He would have never hurt me.

But what about other werewolfs? Would they try to hurt me? Would they hurt George for being mates with a vampire?
My body started to tremble at the thought of that and I could feel tears flooding my eyes.

"Now go to your room and don't you dare come down before they are gone!" My father ordered and I obliged. Running up to my room and slamming the door behind me.
"Stupid fucking bullshit!" I screamed and throw myself on my bed, letting the tears run down my face.