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.

Lazio? we have guests over; have

but

around my skin.

fought, but to no gain. He shoved

bedroom behind us. It didn’t just stop there. He then pushed

stood behind me. His hands grabbed my arms from behind

keep me still.

yourself! Now use the same

look when being rude to your alpha mate,” he

glaring at me in the

right. You have changed

tears being formed in my

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

to

and setting me free. I instantly turned around to

stared at his face in

I asked, my eyes staring at him with

and sadness in them.

not up for an argument in this early morning. You need to

are wrong. I didn’t want you to

the fact that I told him the guests might hear

louder so that the entire pack can hear

narrow minded and control

my voice louder than him, he clenched his fists and

hard, and I

were going to hit me?” I asked in

frozen fist in the

at his fist

you,” he finally raised his face and

two years, I saw any sort of emotions in his

going to hit me,” I mumbled in my mouth, letting

sobs.

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

step closer to me, but my reflexes made me

in a

to be looked at? You want everyone to think I

brought it

say it.

arguing