Sasha in the picture above.
Stef's POV
"Just eat the damn grilled cheese sandwich Stef! It's not that hard!" Dom growls.
We've been sitting here, at the pack house for almost and hour. He's supposed to be working but instead he's here in the kitchen arguing with me about my eating habits. And the arguments have gone from bad to worse.
"I don't wanna eat the grilled cheese sandwich Dom! What are you gonna do force me to eat it? Please stop being a shithead for one second." I whisper yell sliding the sandwich back across the island.
"If I have to force you I will. And don't cuss." He slides the plate back towards me.
So he can cuss and I can't? Since when? I've heard him cuss a million times since we've been together.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, dick."
I threw dick in just to piss him off. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open.
"Stefanie Amber Moore. So help me god. I'm trying not to take after my father but for fucks sake stop acting like a child and show your alpha some god damn respect!" He yells slamming his hand on the island.
I almost gasp at his words but I instead I try to hold no emotion and leave the kitchen.
'Show my alpha some god damn respect.' The words play through my mind over and over as I make my way to the backyard where most of the pack is training.
Do I not show him respect? I don't even know what to think about the words.
He's only trying to help you. My wolf murmurs.
"She's right you know." A voice startles me. I turn around to find zek grinning at me.
Why the hell is he here?
"Who's right?"
"Your wolf. She's right about Dom. He's only trying to help you. Even if that means acting like an royal jerk. Like his father." Zek says walking past me.
How does he know what Michelle said?
"Wait how did you know she said that and what do you mean like his father?"
Scott is no where near a royal jerk.
He turns around and smiles at me then nods for me to follow him. Do I trust him? No, but I kinda wanna know more.
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Dom's POV
"I heard you two fighting." My dad says walking into the kitchen. He sits next to at the island.
"Did anyone else hear?" I asks rubbing my eyes.
"No. Everyone else is outback, in combat training."
I just nod.
"Do you need more expert advice?" He laughs. I grin and laugh with him.
"I need something. One day she looks in the mirror and decides that she doesn't like what she see's. I've told over and over how much and why I love her figure but it's like she doesn't believe me. So she's forcing herself not to eat. That's why we were fighting."
"Well this is simple. Just show her. Show her that you love every inch of her. Dress her up, take her out to dinner, sweet talk her, make her feel confident in herself." He explains.
"And as for respect. She's just like your mother. She has that fire inside of her that demands that respect is earned and not given. She will try and fight you in some cases, not all women will just lie down and do as you say."
