Lucas <b>is </b>getting heated and so is alpha. As the two of them argue Madisyn keeps going,ughing and giggling as <b>the </b>tips her their to the best i it <b>back </b><b>down </b>on the floor. I’m watching her, timing her. I push my chair away from the table as alpha and his son’s argument fares to the detr <b>young </b>pup. I hyperfocus on her activity as everyone seems to be concentrating on what Lucas has to say. The <b>argument </b>it <b>switching </b><b>rapolly </b>betas Luna, and asionally, even Alpha Damian is getting into the mix. The only thing I recognize easily through the haze is <b>my </b>name<b>, </b>it seems to be gal <b>thrown </b>around quite a bit.
While Madilyn is responding to the argument with submission, Madisyn is the exact opposite. It seems to be ramping her up causing her <b>to </b>be even –– more careless with her actions at the table. My muscles are screaming from the tension within them.
I push my chair away from the table an inch or two every time it appears that she’s going to fall. I have learned from other packs that I am not the boss of any member of the pack I am visiting. I have met some harsh penalties just for speaking with the pups of the upper ringsmen, so I remain <b>quiet</b><b>. </b>
I’ll hold my tongue but I won’t let a pup get hurt. I watch as she finally makes the detrimental mistake that sends her chair crashing to the floor. <b>She </b>shrieks in surprise as she realizes she’s falling but doesn’t know the benefits of me being at the table.
I jump from my chair and in seconds my arm is wrapped around her, her head less than an inch from hitting the edge of the table. The room has gone <b>eerily </b>quiet after the loud crashing of the chair on the hardwood floors. I step carefully away from the table as I adjust and lower Madisyn to her feet on the floor
“Madisyn Paige ck!” Alpha bellows with a growl.
She immediately backs into my legs<b>, </b>pressing her tiny back into my thighs when she can’t go any farther. I instinctively ce <b>my </b>hand t upon her chest, holding her protectively against me.
“Come here!” He growls. “How many times have I told you to sit down and behave at the table<b>?</b><b>” </b>
He growls again as she pushes even harder against me. I take a <b>step </b>back, <b>away </b>from alpha, taking her with me.
“It’s time you learned a hard lesson about behaving at the table. I’m tired of your persistent acting out.”
He stands from his seat, his hand snaking its way to his waist. His words and actions hit me hard, reminding me <b>of </b>the pup <b>I </b>failed. I step <b>back </b>again. It doesn’t matter that we just met, she’s far safer with me than with him.
Perhaps my thoughts of him being different are wrong. Even though he appears to have a very loving rtionship with his family, I’m now questioning Madilyn’s more submissive behavior. Could she have been the scapegoat and now that she’s submissive it’s Madisyn’s turn or <b>is </b>Madisyn simply more resilient?
I take several more steps backwards. My eyes are darting everywhere, taking everything in. Every second he <b>dys </bing after us is <b>a </b>second <b>I </b>gain on nning my escape with his daughter tucked under my arm.
He steps sideways from in front of his chair before turning and taking a <b>few </b>more so he’s behind mine. My eyes are drawn to his hands as he actively unbuckles his belt and starts drawing it out of his pants.
“Come here!” He states again.
Without a thought I respond. “No!”
For a moment I swear I heard an echo. The problem I’m having is cing who <b>it </b>could possibly be.
“You’ve had a long, challenging day alpha and your son is actively arguing with you about a <b>very </b>real andplicated situation. You’re angry and frustrated.
I get that and you have every reason to be but she’s just a baby alpha. Don’t misce your anger on her.”