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.

you doing, Lazio? we have

but his

around my skin.

fought, but to no gain. He shoved me

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

His hands grabbed my arms

keep me still.

the same tone from

when being rude to your alpha mate,” he muttered, shaking

and glaring at me in

was right. You have changed

resulted in tears being formed in

I grew up. I am not that teenager from high

guy you used to be to

me into the mirror and setting me free. I instantly turned

stared at his face in

asked, my eyes staring at him with

and sadness in them.

argument in this

are wrong. I didn’t want you to ruin

the fact that I

it even louder so that

know how narrow minded and control

than him,

hard, and I stepped back from

me?” I asked in bewilderment.

his frozen fist

at his fist for a moment.

“Enya! I would never hit you,” he finally raised his face and

I saw any sort of emotions in his eyes for

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

sobs.

just me being angry. I would never hit you. If

closer to me, but my reflexes

him in a little

want me to be looked at? You want everyone to think I am

like my father?” He brought it

say it.

was at that time that I realized arguing with him was