Alpha Hybrid

Chapter Nine

Tue, June 14, 2022

Hayden's P.O.V.

I tried my hardest to prolong the inevitable by lazily dragging my feet to the kitchen, but for some reason, the long distance from my bedroom to the kitchen seem shorter with each lazy steps I take. Although I tried to prevent the inevitable from coming to pass; it was still a waste of time because I soon found myself in the at the end of the staircase. I quickly inhale a sharp breath of air that inflated my lungs before taking the final steps to the kitchen.

As soon as I breach the entrance to the kitchen, dad swiftly rotated in his seat to face me. His undeviating glare didn't waiver as I took me seat beside him. I tried fruitlessly to avert my gaze from him, but I am only human. So, I sneak light glances at him but unfortunately every time I look up I got caught. Moreover, his overbearing disapproval weight down on me as he insists on tearing me to shreds with his knife like glares.

His openly disapproval in me only manage to reawaken the previously damped shame I felt from him walking in on me and Malachi. Even though, he didn't catch us in the intimate act, he still caught us in a compromising position. I only pray he didn't see the obvious wet stains on the front of our boxes, I would just die if he saw it.

However, Malachi didn't even seem fazed by the scene, from where I sat only the bed next to him; he seemed proud as he was shameless bicker with my dad.  I hurriedly cover our body, to conceal our mess from dad's judgmental gaze. I could help but to lean my weight on Malachi as dad's loud voice commanded the room, however, Malachi being the disobedient wolf he is didn't submit to my dad's brutal commands like I did. He just had to have the last word like a little toddler, so my cunning, insubordinate mate challenged my dad's authority with his.

While throwing insults at each other; dad took things a step too far when he referred to Malachi as a ROGUE. Which he knows is one of the most hated word between wolf. So, so all Malachi a rogue was basically calling him an abomination and I believe dad known exactly what he would be achieved by using that ungodly word. I remembered the unwanted shiver that ran down my spine as I felt my mate's body instantly became rigid. From the way the muscles of his hard bicep constricted, and I instantly knew that Colton had achieved his goal from the spiteful use of the hideous word. As he smirked at Malachi's angry expression. But before, they could rip each other to shreds, I acted promptly to diffuse the lowly escalating situation. I quickly offered to be down for breakfast as soon as possible. As soon as dad had modifies and agrees to the terms; he left without closing the door behind him. I wasted no time with goodbye or a kissing Malachi because within a blink of an eye I was hightailing it out of the room.

I didn't pay much attention to the hazy chattering that surrounds the kitchen island as the occupants enjoy their meal. However, I had no time to enjoy my breakfast because each bit felt like I was chewing on stones as I fell deeper into my despair. Throughout the constant chi-chatter, dad still refused to withdraw his murderous glare from me. So, I devote my attention solely on the tasteless meal before me. I didn't look at anyone or around the room out of fear of upsetting Colton as I attempt to make myself as small as possible by hunch my body over the island.

“ But even with that, I would much prefer you didn't venture out in the pack just yet. Because there are still a few members from the river pack idling around the pack land searching for their mate.” mom said in a motherly tone.

Without hesitation, my head abruptly lifted as my eyes narrow at her in a glare. But before I can utter a word of disapproval, I stupidly took a glance at dad and saw the ugly scowl that twisted his face. However, not only that, I also got a slight glimpse of his left hand forming a tight fist as he dare me to mutter a word. I unhesitatingly shut my trap, even so I kept my lieu glare on mom as I bicker with the only thing I could; “How could she do this to me?” I snarl to my subconscious.