After that night I haven't seen him around. I haven't seen Gem either, which I'm glad for. We were a one time deal, no repeats were included in it.
I'm with my father. He hasn't asked who my mate is again. I think he already knows.
He's letting me lead the training for today. Graham hasn't showed up and if that didn't anger him, then knowing who he is to me is just the icing on the cake.
I cringe at the thought of what my dad will do to Graham when he sees him, when he sees the man who had reverted his son into such a crybaby, into a broken mess.
Graham used to be his favorite, but not anymore.
"Phoenix."
My sister pauses in her spat with another pack member. "Yes?"
"Go get him. I want you to bring him here."
My sisters grin could light up a pitch black room as she saunters off with confidence in the general direction of Graham's home.
I try to ignore the pull, blocking any sort of contact off as he makes his appearance. Nix has him by the back of the neck as she throws him to our fathers feet, his alpha's feet.
My father looks to his neck, smirking at the way his mark is large and scarred, a wolf's bite, not a human's, just like the olden ways.
"You have not behaved as a beta should, Graham."
He slowly stands, not looking his alpha in the eyes. If he was a wolf, his tail would be tucked at the way my father exudes his power.
"I'm sorry sir." Respectful, but trying to look my way, trying to gain my attention secretly.
"You try to hide your mate?" The next question has him back peddling. "You feel ashamed at having an alpha mate?"
He's scared now, he doesn't know what's happening. He feels betrayed by me on a new level, he is mad that I would tell our secret.
"Don't look at my son. You are the one that has given yourself away. You are the one that chose him first and yet you betrayed him, you hurt him and now you will suffer the consequences."
Even I feel scared for him. My father isn't known to be light on his punishments.
"I was confused sir. I still am. Please forgive me." Bowing down, touching the ground at my father's feet.
"It is not I that you should be groveling to." Is all my father says before leaving and dismissing the training session.
Graham seems stunned, but I know that my father finds it punishment enough to be in such a state with ones mate.
I don't wait for him to come to me. I make my move. Strong and steady are my steps.
"Are you still ashamed of me, mate?" I hear gasps, but pay them no mind.
"I'm sorry." He can't say much more. He is lost for words.
Now he is broken and I revel in it, it I know that we can't continue on like this. Eventually the pull of our bond will punish us for the way we fight, for the way he continues to betray and cheat me, though he hasn't done so in recent days.
"How did it feel, huh? How did it feel knowing I was with someone else even though I bear your mark?"
His hair is raggedy and longer than it has been. I have to stop the need to touch it.
"I couldn't stop myself."
He's talking of the night he took my virginity, of the night he stole half of me.
"Well maybe maybe can't stop myself this time." And with that said I am lifting him by his hair, dragging him behind me until we are deep in the forest, out of the way for viewing eyes and I'm pressing him against a tree.
"Do you like this, huh?" I ask as I lick my fingers, letting them slip into his jeans until I reach his puckered hole.
He's so still now, unable to shake me off because my strength is reverberating into his back, holding him in place for me.
It's not like he really wants to leave anyway, he's lying if he says he does because it would take everything in my alpha blood to pull away now that I have him exactly where I want him.
My fingers slide along him, teasing like I might enter, but don't, not yet.
My boner presses against his side. "Do you like it? Tell me. I really want to know how good I make you feel. You say you don't like men, that you don't like me, yet you mark me, you mate me."
One finger glides in suddenly, he's tensing around it as I shove in, rough. I won't let him feel my gentle loving side right now. I want him to feel the repercussions of his actions on a different scale. He hasn't hurt even a minuscule bit of the amount of pain he has caused me. I know this to be fact.
I pump my finger in and out. He's so tight that I don't think my second finger will fit, but it does and I thrust them in, wiggle them around until I find his prostate, rubbing against it in harsh movements, over sensitizing him.
"Ughhhmmm." He's groaning out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I guess I'm too much for him.
"Do you like this? I can tell you do." His hips are pressing back, trying to take me in.
Suddenly I pull away and he's slumping into the tree, not sure how to feel about this situation. "I hope you're real familiar with your hand, because I won't be finishing you off."
And I leave him there to think, to mull over what he's done, to realize that he does like men and that I am it for him. I want him to realize how much he has jeopardized what we could have been, because I'm not sure we will ever get to that point at this rate.
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Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
