Tasting All My Mates

406-The Petty Stuff

“Lazio!” I pronounced his name after gulping a little. It was clear from the look

on his face that he wasn’t too happy. Something had deeply disturbed him, as

evidenced by the slight raise of his brow and the tightening of his lips.

“Good morning,” I said, trying to sound playful and normal.

“Maynard was here?” he asked, ignoring my greetings and briskly approaching

me.

“He was.” I didn’t lie. He stood beside me for a few empty seconds before he

scoffed at me.

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“Why? Why did you indulge in a conversation with him?” he asked me,

assuming it very correctly. I could tell he was not going to understand whatever I

had to say. Something in him has changed, or maybe it was always there, but I

was too occupied with saving my mates and the world to acknowledge it.

“He came here to talk to me. We talked, and now he is gone. I am not a child

who would turn away from the problems because Daddy doesn’t want her to

speak to anyone without his permission.” I had enough of his attitude. I turned to

him after dropping the butter knife in the sink and groaned, muttering the words

to him.

It surprised him to see him standing up for me again.

He stayed still for a moment before he grasped my arm and started dragging

me to our bedroom.

we have guests over; have

free my arm, but his

around my skin.

me go,” I fought, but to no gain. He shoved me into

didn’t just stop there. He then pushed me in

me. His hands grabbed my arms

keep me still.

yourself! Now use the same

alpha mate,” he

me in the mirror’s

what was right. You have changed so much, Lazio!”

tears being formed in my

I grew up. I am not that teenager from high school anymore.

guy you used to be to

me into the mirror and setting me free.

his face

I asked, my eyes staring at him with nothing but

and sadness in them.

an argument in this early morning.

you are wrong. I didn’t want

despite the fact that I told him the

you. Say it even louder so

minded

voice louder than him, he clenched his fists

worked hard, and I stepped back from

were going to hit me?” I asked in bewilderment. I was panting as

his frozen fist in the

He instantly lowered it and stared at his fist

you,” he finally raised his

in two years, I saw any sort of

to hit me,” I mumbled

sobs.

being angry. I would never hit you. If I had to,

stopped.” He took a step closer to me, but my

him in a little

you want me to be looked at?

like my father?” He brought it up himself

say it.

was at that time that I realized arguing with him was a lost