Alaina's Destiny Book 1

Chapter 2

Steven

My wife has left the room now. I am glad for I might have regretted something if she stayed. The six suitors still look uneasy despite the food and entertainment my servants are providing. They must too be bothered by my daughter's reactions. All of that could have been avoided if she only obeyed. I must deal with Alaina, but my blood still is boiling in my veins. Her words to me...

All werewolves have bad tempers, we are part wolf after all. But typically, the male werewolves have it worse, our nature to control and dominate leaving little room for rowdy disobedient teenagers. It doesn't help that I have the worst temper of all the wolves in the pack. Alaina knows this and I swear she pushes my buttons on purpose. Everything she just did deserves a punishment far worse than what I gave her.

Watching my daughter disobey me like that...made my already hot temper boil over. It was time she stopped throwing her tantrum and started acting like the mature werewolf she claimed herself to be. She knew the pack laws, her responsibilities, and the consequences of her actions. I can hardly stand it anymore. She has been up in her room far too long. Time to change things. I signal to a servant to come over to me.

"Turn that fire off. Open the door and turn on the fan. Make it cold in here."

My demands are met with eagerness. It only reminds me further of how Alaina could not do something so simple as to obey like my servants. Beyond frustrated, I scream at the top of my lungs,

"ALAINA MARIE TATUM!"

I hear a noise coming from the suitors and I twist my neck to see them all jump in their seats. One of them even spills his drink all over him. I crack a smile to their distress but only for a moment. I replace my smile with a more appropriate expression, the one that I am feeling, not the one that is trying to take its' place. I think with my stern look that maybe he wasn't such a good suitor. I see my wife run back into the room even though that will not change my mood. I shout out again to my daughter.

"GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

I can feel my anger in those words. Good. The suitors and my wife all looked from me to the doorway into the living room; we all wait for Alaina to come in. It is smart for everyone to remain silent and the suitors to stay seated. They don't need to provoke my anger towards them. We waited for five minutes. Five awfully long, very agonizing minutes. I know she heard me, I bet our neighbors heard me, so I call her again.

"ALAINA! GET DOWN HERE, NOW!"

"Steven, dear, perhaps you should go up and talk to her. You know how she is as stubborn as you are dear. Perhaps a touch of civility?"

My eyes flick to my wife's. Her eyes pleading with me, begging me to ease up on our daughter. But that will not happen. Not a chance. She looks at me with her tender eyes. It disarms me. I was not expecting that. I suppose it's worth a try, it's that, or I drag her out.

"Fine," I relent with a growl.

I storm out of the living room and go pounding up the stairs. I try to let out my remaining anger that way, so that my conversation with Alaina goes better than a shouting match.

However, it would all depend upon her response. When I get to her door, I pound on it loudly, the door shakes as my fists make contact.

"Alaina? Open the door right now!"

There was no reply; I tried the doorknob, but it was locked.

"Alaina! Don't you dare lock me out of your room! If you don't open this door right now, I'll break it down myself!"