The Strong Alpha

2. Why Must You Offer Such Absurd Ideas?

By the time we reach the *pack house, I've rotated my *purity ring around my finger to the beat of the music softly playing in the background more times than I can count. Along with thinking of any and all possible punishment I could possibly receive, including him revoking my right as heir to Alpha and giving it to my sister instead. Father opens his door and climbs out of his seat and starts walking before I even have the chance to put it in park. I do so after he's already reached the porch but take a couple minutes to breathe before turning off the car and stepping out. This really isn't going to turn out well. Way to go Jay. My wolf growls at me. I get out of the car, slinging my bag over my shoulder and ascend the path to the front door. I carry said bag to my bedroom and set it down, quickly heading back to *Father's office and knocking softly, entering shortly after hearing him tell me to come in.

I walk in and sit in one of his chairs, sitting in one of the chairs across from where he is positioned at his desk and pull my knees up to my chest to sit comfortably and look at him expectantly. After what feels like minutes but was probably only seconds, he finally begins whatever punishment I will get. "I'm not going to punish you. I was going to but then I realized that it was partially my own fault for making you train so frequently and not making you sleep when you need to. You've been more of a parent to Sienna then I've been to both of you combined, and I'm sorry for that. However, you will have a couple rules that I want you to follow from here on out until I change them. If you want to keep your place as heir to Alpha you must follow these rules and if you disobey them, I hold all rights to revoke your duty. Understood?" He asks rather sternly. Great going Jay. I swear to the Almighty Goddess that if you do anything wrong to get our position revoked I will kick your bum from the inside out. My wolf growls extremely on edge.

I draw my brows together in concern for my own well-being and safety from my wolf but nonetheless nod at Father to show that I am listening to whatever he says next. "You are going to have a house curfew of 7:00. You will have to be in the house by that time and it is forbidden to leave after said time. If you are not home by then or I find out from a guard that you left the premises after curfew, you will be punished and if this happens even once, you will have a very high chance of losing your title. Secondly, you will have a normal curfew of 8:30. I want you in bed and asleep by said time and the same rules apply so I would recommend you be in bed at around 8:15 considering how long it takes you to fall asleep. However, there are circumstances where this rule would not apply like if you've asked my permission to either leave to do something, or you are somewhere and I know for sure that you will not be coming home and I know that you will still be safe and I can trust you to get some sleep. Understood?"

I sigh in frustration but nod nonetheless at the ridiculous rule and look down at my hands. "Yes Father." "Good. Now that the law has been laid out," He starts, adding a soft chuckle at the end. "I am going to let you do whatever you want for the rest of the day. Relax. Take a bath, take a nap, watch some movies. Just let it all go. Okay?" He pleads from in front of me with a small smile. I chuckle and look him in the eyes. "Father, you know I'll be going to the training room. Why must you offer such absurd ideas? You and I both know that none of those ideas would ever happen with it being this close." I reprimand him with a small smile as I stand and make my way to the door. As I'm closing the door I hear him mumble softly. "Oh Junie. If only she knew how ready she actually was."

After about a five minute walk to the training room, I settle on a bench press, lying flat after I set the weight. After about five sets of ten, I move on to the treadmill. I run a mile and look at the time which says six minutes and fifty-three seconds, earning a groan from the back of my throat. Come on Jay! Why the heck are you slacking? If anything, you should be working so much harder. I swear to Goddess if you start training nicely when Brent comes in I am going to make you suffer as soon as you actually turn. I growl loudly and move onto the next item of equipment and train harder than ever to prove a point. About three to four hours later, Brent comes walking in, already in his typical basketball shorts and no shirt, and walks up to me. He leans forward and pecks me on the lips quickly before pulling me in for a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, going onto my tippy toes, as his wrap around the small of my back instinctively, having to lift me a few inches above the ground so our hug is more comfortable. It's times like these that I truly believe I am a midget. I mean come on, I'm 5'6" and he is at least 6'3".