His Submissive Omega (boyxboy) Old Version

Chapter 38: You Don't Speak To Us About Our Mate That Way

~Deimos's POV~
So we finally got Sparta to the pack house. My Delta, Ashton, was sent to the dungeons for a week due to his inappropriate comment to his future Luna. I'm pissed that her brothers rejected her. But I'm also glad they did. It's quite entertaining watching her play with all the little kids. They all love her.
"She'll be a great my mother, my son." My mom said.
"I know." I said.
She was reading a story to all the pups called 'Goodnight Little One.' I stood near her and listened to her read it.

"This story is called Goodnight Little One." Sparta said.
And she began to read it. All the pups stared at her in utter amazement. Demos stood next to me.
"I can't wait to have pups with her." Demos said.
"It's up to her." I said.
"Wrong." Our dad said.
Our father and us don't get along.
"And how is that wrong?" I asked.
"As soon as tonight comes, you will mark her. You will mate with her. And you will get her pregnant. The both of you." Father said.
"We will when she's ready. It's her body." I said.
"Her body?" Father asked.
"Yes." I said.
"You control her! You are her Alphas! You are her masters!" Father shouted.
We had moved into the house so no one would hear us shouting. It always ends up in a heated argument with us and our father. Mom usually sides with us. So typically its us three against his one.
"NO!" I shouted.
Granger, my wolf, was scratching at the surface. He wanted to come out and rip our father apart. I knew my eyes were black. That's what happens when your wolf is close to losing control.
"Yes. You can treat her like a princess after she's pregnant." Father said.
"We'll treat her like a princess before and after she's pregnant!" I shouted.
"Her body belongs to you." Father said.

Demos shifted. He had had enough.
"WRONG! IT IS HER BODY! SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS WITH IT! WE DON'T CONTROL HER! A MATE'S JOB IS TO GUIDE THE OTHER!" Demos shouted.
He was panting from so much rage and hate. I've never seen him like this. He's scary.
"Don't get pissy with me!" Father shouted.
"LEAVE OUR MATE ALONE!" Demos shouted.
Now he's really pissing me off. He's insulting our mate and telling us what to do with her. And he's yelling at my brother. That's all it took. I shifted.
"DO NOT TALK TO MY BROTHER AND SPEAK OF OUR MATE THAT WAY!" I shouted.
Demos growled, agreeing. Father growled at us. He did not like being talked back to.
"We are Alpha. Not you!" I shouted.
"Your pack will not like that you're waiting till she's ready to mate with you. This pack needs an heir." Father said.
"And our pack will get one. When she's ready!" I shouted.
"What's going on in here? Sounds like World War III." Sparta said.
She was leaning against the door frame. But a worried and scared expression rose to her face when she saw that me and Demos were in our wolf form and pissed off.
"Guys?" She asked.
She knelt down in front of us.
"You have one week. To get her pregnant." Father said.

Sparta scoffed. A sick, narcissistic look on her face. She faced our father. And walked up to him. She's scaring me right now.
"Oh hell to the fucking no." She said.
She jumped up and round house kicked out father in the faced. Breaking his nose in the process.

"Bye Felicia." She said.

I love our mate. So fucking much. She turned around and faced us. Demos and I had shifted and put shorts on while she kicked our father.
"Aggressive much?" I asked.
"No." She said.
Demos chuckled as he watched our injured father get up from off the floor.

Our mate growled. And shifted. And chased him out of our house.

"If you come back..." She began.

Uh oh...

"I'LL EXILE YOU!" She shouted.

And her murderous growl soared through the eerie black satin sky...