“You need to stop denying us, you are starting to drive me insane” I tell him, he ignores my words continuing to look at the stairs waiting for Lana. Reaching my hand out, I touch the back of his neck and he jumps away like I burned him. Hurt hitting me hard like I have been punched in the gut.
“Don’t touch me, you’ll leave your scent on me” He snaps. I know it is just the anxiety of his father causing his outburst but that doesn’t make his words hurt any less.
“Your father does anything, make sure you ring me, be easier if you would let me mark you because we would have a packlink” I tell him. He nods, not answering about me marking him.
“I mean it, Drake. He touches her I will fucking kill the bastard”
“I won’t let him hurt our mate, Tate. Geez”
“Are you sure about that, because you have no problem letting him hurt me” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
“My father hasn’t done anything to you” Drake retorts.
“No denying me my mate has no effect on me, you are right he has done nothing” I tell him sarcastically. Drake's eyes snap to mine before he looks away guiltily.
“I won’t let him hurt her” is all he says just as I hear footsteps upstairs. Lana walks down and she's changed into jeans and a white shirt that was a little too tight for my liking, showing off her curves and ample cleavage. I growl without realising and she raises an eyebrow at me.
“What?” She asks, shocked.
“Nothing you look nice” I tell her, fighting the urge to tell her to go change her low cut shirt. Drake however walks upstairs before returning with a jumper.
“Here put this on, it’s cold outside” He tells her, though it was anything but cold, and I could tell she saw straight through him before looking outside and seeing sunlight, clearly not jumper weather.
“I’m a hybrid. I won't get sick, is this about what I am wearing?” She asks, looking down at her outfit looking for something wrong with it. Drake presses his lips in a line. Lana’s eyes darting to me.
“Fucking possessive ass Alpha’s” She mutters stalking upstairs only to return with a normal black shirt that covered her breasts.
“Better?” She asks, folding her arms across her chest. It wasn’t much better but at least it wasn’t so low cut.
I nod when Drake doesn’t answer.
“If you think, I am walking around dressed as a nun you have another thing coming” She snaps, and I can’t help the smirk creeping on my face.
“What about a burka?” I ask toying with her and she glares, shooting daggers at me.
“We should leave, my father will be waiting” Drake says, and I see nervousness creep over her. Drake walks toward the door, but Lana hesitates before walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. I kiss her head, hugging her back. “I wish you could come,” She says, looking up at me.
“Ring me if you need me, I have no problems starting a war for the pair of you” I tell her, and she nods looking at the door. “You better go” I tell her before she stands on her tippy toes and pecks my lips before pulling away too quickly, shocking me. She was becoming bolder, usually she was shy, but I noticed since she got here, she doesn’t really push us away. To me it was more just inexperience making her question herself, question the mate bond.
I watch them leave my heart tugging painfully at seeing the car go down the driveway. If only things were different, if his father could only see the person he was causing damage to was his son.
Chapter15
Lana’s POV
Drake borrowed Tate’s car, the drive to Black Creek Pack wasn’t long, only about twenty minutes by car before we hit the border. Once we stepped over the border though Drake became unbelievably tense, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the steering wheel. This Pack and town is vastly different. Everything is sleek and modern, almost industrial like and very black and white. No colour on any of the houses and even the town itself was very plain to look at compared to Tate’s pack which to me looked more friendly and homely with the woods surrounding it and its cottage style houses. This place looked controlled, heavily controlled, nothing out of place, too clean and organised. Barely anyone was on the streets and the place reminded me of a ghost town.
We pulled up to a mansion in the centre of town. The place was all white, except the entry which had heavy black double doors and black arched windows matching the rest of the town. Yet you could tell it was a house of power, especially with the way it sat in the centre of town like it was trying to grab everyone’s attention. Drake pulls the car over, parking in its horseshoe driveway. A man walks out in a butler's uniform, but Drake shakes his head at the man who appeared to be in his Forties with greying hair gelled back tight against his head.
“Leave the car, we won’t be staying long” Drakes says, the man nods walking back inside. Drake comes over to me grabbing my hand and walking me to the stairs at the entry, only stopping for a few seconds on the porch looking at the door before turning to me.
“If you want to leave just tell me and we will go” He says, almost like he was hoping I was going to change my mind. It angered me that his father had this kind of effect on him. Father’s are meant to be protectors and love their kids unconditionally but seeing him like this, I realise just how lucky I am to be blessed with the parents I have.
“I will be fine” I tell him, cupping his cheek, pushing down how nervous I truly felt inside. That was short lived though when I walked in. The place was clean, exceptionally clean, not a speck of dust, it didn’t even look lived in, like something from a magazine. The walls are bare, no pictures besides one painting of a man and a woman who I assumed are his mother and father.
As soon as we step in, I am greeted by Chase. I met him briefly the other day, very briefly. He popped his head in the room after Drake stormed out, waved a quick hello and said he was Drake's brother then chased after him.
“Hi, finally get to meet you properly” He says before stepping forward and hugging me. Chase grips his brother's shoulder and gives him a look. I couldn’t decipher, was it pity?