Chapter 172
Landon stares up to his father in shock. His father never hit him, never yelled at him, not once ever displayed such aggression until now. He could only sit there in complete shock that his words almost didnât register in his mind.
âYou will not meddle in this.â
Harrison shakes his head. His wolf demanding him to lunge at Benicio but he refrains.
âYou have made your choice,â
His gaze cuts to Hestia once more before returning to look at his son.
â-and forced her to make hers.â
No one says a word. All too surprised and stunned at the turn of events.
âYou have a child on the way, a marked Luna, a wife. You will not force yourself back into her life.
Youâve done enough damage as is. I raised you to be a respectful Alpha, not some thick headed, selfish little brat that thinks with his c ock and believes he has the right to anything he desires without consequence. You made this choice Landon. Own it.â
Harrison turns on his heel and strides out the door. Allison simply looks at her son with a soft shake of her head and whispers,
âYouâve disappointed me, Landon. I expected better. I expected more. You donât deserve her. You donât even deserve the title of her mate. The Goddess granted her a blessing by giving her Alpha Locksworth. Even she can tell you arenât worth such a gift.â
And without another word, follows her mate out the door.
***
âI can guarantee you that theyâre f ucking right now.â
Weston leaned against the wall, arms crossed and eyes shut as he moved forward. Tilting his head to raise his ear, he nodded to himself.
âYep. Definitely f ucking.â
Isaac cast a look at Emerson who merely shrugged at his friendâs antics. He always had a hard time putting up with the Beta and trying to justify anything he says always seems to go wrong.
âYou can hear them?â
Isaac asked with a frown. Even with heightened hearing, he couldnât catch a peep. Not that eavesdropping on his Alpha and Alpha Locksworth getting busy was necessarily a goal of his. âI donât hear anything.â
Weston opens his eyes and grins at the confused brunette.
âAh-ah-ah.â
He wiggles his index finger teasingly.
âOf course you donât. Itâs a Beta thing.â
Right on cue, Isaacâs phone started blasting âWannabeâ by the Spice Girls in his pocket against his thigh. The two stared at him pleadingly, silently awaiting for the Gam ma to spare them the annoying âIf you wanna be my loverâ sample on repeat. Isaac rolled his eyes, taking note to exact his revenge for Noah messing with his phone again. Jutting out his bottom lip in slight dismay, Isaac pulled his phone out and raised a brow at reading the caller ID to find it was Noah calling.
Chapter 172
Perfect timing.
âHello?â
âThey made love didnât they?â
Isaacs brows rose to his hairline as he slowly turned to look at Weston. A smug smile in place as he mouthed,
âNate?â
Isaac numbly nodded, unable to shake off the look of pure amusement on his face. Was that really a Beta thing? Did they really have a sense for those things? Did his Alpha and Alpha Locksworth break their abstinence?
Half amazed and half mortified, Isaac slowly looked up at the ceiling where he could guess was Alpha Locksworthâs room. His lips parted in horror and disgust when suddenly Weston started busting out laughing. He hunched over, arms draped over his stomach as he practically died where he stood.Heavy panting and short, obnoxious wheezing resounds through the walls. Drawing his eyebrows together, Isaac -who was feeling slightly self conscious-looks to Emerson who too, had a look of slight amusement.
âI-I canât believe you- you believed me.â
you-you
He gasped, wiping a stray tear from his eye. The brunette looked at the phone still in his hand and scowled hearing Noahâs echoing laughter from the device. Without even thinking about it, he ended the call in haste.
âThat wasnât funny.â
He muttered.
âYeah, it kinda was.â
Weston countered.
âSo what? You and Noah made a compromise to put aside your hatred for one another?â
âOh no, we still donât like each other. We both just agreed to make the best of this situation and f uck with you.â
Isaac rolls his eyes. As much as the two claimed to hate each other, Noah and Weston were actually friends. Anyone could see that much to the twoâs persistent denial. He wondered what his Alpha was doing. Their link was blocked out at her end and although he doesnât feel any panic stream from her, he canât tel if anything bad is happening. He stares at the ceiling.
âBut do you really thinkâ¦?â
At this, Weston shakes his head. He knew his Alpha well enough and his Alpha was a shy, blushing virgin minus the shy and blushing part.
So yeah.
A virgin.
âNah, I donât think so.â
Weston drawls, stretching out his arms. Out of the three of them, his Alpha had to be the most innocent one. Weston admittedly having a few flings before he had gotten his position as Beta but once he had gotten it, he pushed aside all play and got serious. Well, serious enough not to mess with women. He was still a child at heart.