Green: Don't Mess with the Ram

Blake was going to break up with Jessica today and he wanted me to come. I felt it was unnecessary but Blake had persuaded me to do otherwise.

I rolled my eyes as I crouched down on the grass a couple of meters away from his dad's office. I narrowed my eyes and perked my ears up. Blake and Lance entered the room.

Blake wasn't beating around the bush and said that he wanted to break the bond his father made with Jessica right away. And Lance was furious was an understatement as he yelled at his son and demanded him to push his foolish idea out but Blake was as stubborn as a mule and yelled back at his father.

I'm well aware that Lance knew why his son was breaking up with the girl he mated with Blake and he wasn't having it. I can sense his rage sky rocket right before the curtains caught on fire.

Blake wasn't even a little bit thrown back by his father's wrath as he crossed his arms and glared murderously at his own father. Lance slammed his hand on his desk and gritted his teeth. I assume the desk was broken down from the sound.

Blake points his hand towards the door and yelled profanities towards Jessica as Lance grabbed Blake by the shirt and yanked him up effortlessly.

I tried my best to not ram in their pack house and tear his throat out. My canines were clenched between my sharp teeth as my claws scratched the hard ground beneath me. I must let Blake handle this. He said so himself.

Leaning back my head down over the grass, I continued to watch Blake and Lance argue. As if no one wants to back down from their stand.

Blake ran his hand over his black locks as he looked over the window and my tail wagged voluntarily.

Lance was furious at Blake but his son smirked and teased that his father was just afraid. I mentally rolled my eyes as I scoffed at him from being so stupid. Narrowing my eyes again, I saw Lance massaging his temples from frustration, I was half expecting him to burn the entire room from Blake's childish act but I guess he was more lenient with his own temper than I previously imagined.

Blake was now in a calm mood but his guard was still up as his father talked about something concerning Jessica's pack. Blake being Blake just scoffed at what his father was saying.

I shifted my leg as I raise my head before resting my chin back over my crossed leg. Watching intently as Blake waved his right hand in the air violently before yelling back at Lance.

"Fuck you!", I heard Blake yell back at Lance.

His father threw his desk off to the wall like it weighed nothing. The sound of furniture breaking surely caught the ears of the entire household. Not that their constant squabbling wasn't loud enough.

Lance grabbed Blake by the clothe of his black shirt and pushed him towards his furious face. Instinctively, I stood up immediately at attention. My fangs barring out.

No one manhandles my mate like that!

But Blake shot a direct glare outside the window. His eyes darting daggers at me. Telling me to stay out of his fight.

I actually felt threatened for once. Who knew he had that effect on me somehow. I slightly calmed down as I lower my body again against the grass though my feet and mind are at a full alert.

The next move Lance try to pull off at my mate will be his last!

Although I could imagine my mother scolding me if I did such an inconsiderate thing to my father in law...

Shaking my head off the bitter thought, I returned my attention at Blake.

He was now grinning at his father as he looked unfazed at his threats. That amazed me since Lance is still the reigning Alpha of their pack.

Blake grabbed his father's arm and gave it a tight squeeze. Demonstrating his strength of a wolf that would soon be Alpha.

I noticed Lance drop Blake as he gripped his wrist. Surely feeling the sting of Blake's force. He glared at his son and Blake glares back.

"I found my mate!" Blake spat and Lance remained stoic as if he knew what's coming.

"And what?!" Lance scoffs as he moves closer to the window, his back still facing me. "What about the future of the pack?" He questioned.

Blake just retorted with his usual sarcasm and sharp tongue. But I know better...

Lance meant a heir. Someone to be ensure their pack's continuation for existence. And I've considered it...

Being male means that Blake and I won't be producing any offspring of our own for our bloodline to continue...

It was the harsh truth. Blake looked down for a moment. Maybe thinking of his father's question. I too, would be speechless if the same question where asked.

I loved Blake with all my heart and soul. I would gladly give my life for him if needed be.

But...

I love my pack too. I also thought of the future and who will protect them when I'm gone.

I let out a defeated whimper. Why would the Great Spirits chose us?

"The hell I care!" Blake shot back as he slammed his fist against the wall. "My mate's is all that I need..."

My ears curved back at Blake's conviction. That stupid wolf. Yet I felt ashamed. Here I am moping at our fate and yet Blake, my mate, the one I fell deeply in love with, was putting everything aside.

Just for me.

My body felt heavy. Guilt flooded my veins as I felt that I betrayed my mate's trust. Even though Blake maybe rash and pig-headed sometimes, I just can't help but admire his conviction and sometimes his sweet sense of honesty.

He unconsciously does things he makes his actions contradict each other but for some odd reason I find it cute. The way his face turn serious and turn into full Alpha mode at me when he wanted to make a point.

I ever felt this way...

Not even when before meeting Blake...

...

I was a pretty normal guy back in my teen years...

Well, oddly normal. You can say in a way.

I had crushes. Not that serious. A few girls at our pack and around town. And from my constant travels...

I could remember the time I told Blake about it and he slammed his fist the very second I opened my mouth. His punch broke a few ribs that took quite some time to heal.

He was so furious that I he destroyed my room after his punch sent me to the far end of my room. Actually, our room. My room became our, what's the word - Ah, yes... A couple's pad.

Blake won't admit it and he would growl at me if I try to joke about it.

My lips turned into a smile, a wolfish grin, as I recall those times. Every second with Blake was interesting. It was always new. Even though he may constantly put up a threatening wall up against me, he would always does something to make up for it.

Blake is weird.

Yet...

He has the most conviction with our relationship than me.

And it bothered me.

Am I a bad mate? The unsettling feeling in my gut says so...

A let out a pained whine and whimper as my eyes looked over the window of Lance's office. It seems the arguing has settled down to just mere banters and curses among father and son.

Blake ran his right hand over his black strands once again in frustration. I feel that he's trying his best not to lunge his father and beat the lights out of him. After all he can be quite the worrywart when he feels I felt uneasy when it comes to his sudden outbursts.

I actually don't mind.

I grew accustomed to my mate's temperament and unprecedented behavior. And I tried telling him that it was alright but Blake won't take his actions to slide.

He sure is a handful...

Lance crossed his arms and looked at his son, almost at eye level. It almost crossed my mind that Blake was tall. Sure they are roughly the same height but what was odd was that they are almost as tall as a full adult Alpha. Maybe it has to do with their genes or something...

Blake ran his index finger and thumb over the bridge of his nose before looking over the window. I could his eyes bore straight at me.

I can't really tell if he actually knew my location from his stand point. We haven't fully mated yet and our link is still nonexistent but for some odd reason I could feel him telling me that he was fine. Even through those red orbs glaring back at me, I could feel he was comforting me...

Blake sure has a myriad of different odd ways to show he cares...

I shifted my position and sighed that I had to stay here and watch him do all the work... Even though I knew that we were both Alphas, I can't help but feel uneasy. I guess Blake feels this way when I try leading him into things.

I groan.

I'm such a bad mate.

I ran my left paw over my snout as if trying to wipe the uneasiness over me. I shook my head and gave a light cough as I returned my gaze at Blake. I'm going to apologize when I meet him for being such a bad mate and expect his stern glare at me for thinking such trivial things as he puts it.

Blake was facing his back at me now and everything seemed to calm down at Lance's office. I was relieved that it ended on what I expected and expected the worst of worst. If it was even possible.

They were talking calmly now and it seems the voices have calmed to a more civilized tone. I stood up and let out a yawn. My muscles felt numb and stiff from the constant crouching. I saw a few of Lance's warriors pass by and they didn't even noticed my presence.

I sat up and averted my gaze back at the window where my mate was. He was quite calm now and was even polite... An arm slung around his arm soon came visible through the window pane and I tilted my head in confusion...

I immediately stood up in alert as my eyes shot wide. As Blake walked pass my vision I saw Jessica leaning his head against Blake's biceps as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Blake returned the gesture by snaking his arm around her waist, his hand cupping the plump cheeks of her ass.

I couldn't believe what I'm seeing...

This could be a joke.

Their voices where a bit lower so I can't make out what their saying now. But all I could tell that they where quite calm and contented. Lance's expression was now calm and seem to be surprised as well.

He was looking at the two with wonder and yet he just displayed a stoic expression.

I guess Blake was playing around as always. I tried telling my self. Blake won't just - I shake the thought out my head. I'm just over thinking things again.

When my eyes returned to look at my mate, his lips where crashed against Jessica's, and it was too long to be a fleeting goodbye kiss.

He was -

He's just making out with someone...

My claws retract from my paws as my fangs bare against my gums. MY vision is turning red and my mind is pushing all reasoning out.

What is he trying to pull out? He knows I'm watching them...

Before I knew it I was in front of Lance's office with the door shredded against the ground. The cold air stung my bare naked skin as all three of them looked shocked at me. A wolf warrior still in my hand as my fingers gripped the neck viciously.

I looked at Lance. He was standing there like a irritated Alpha but I didn't care. My gaze quickly shifted to the woman in my mate's arms as he clutched her closely to him as if he's trying to protect her - from me.

I then look at Blake. His Red eyes shot daggers at me as his canines are retracting out. Shooting me an intent to kill.

My breath hitched.

"What's going on?" I asked but it came out like a demand. My eyes still glaring at Blake who pushed Jessica behind him.

"Why do you want to know? And who invited you, fag?!" Blake retorted venomously.

Fag.

I took a step back as my heart seem to grit in pain. My eyes furrowed in pain but quickly pushed it back and stood up firm. My face stoic and my posture firm, I stalked forward Blake at which he met me with equal intensity.

"Fag?" I spat coldly. "After all the times I, we -" I pursed my lips as I felt my eyes started to water. I looked at the hand of Jessica holding Blake's arm tightly as my mate - the man I am facing now - was looking at me like nothing but trash. "What's going on here Blake?"

My voice seemed so pained that my tone came out like I'm pleading.

He looked at me like I just grew another head.

"What's going on is you, dipshit, crashing into my house uninvited and causing some trouble with my mate..."

Mate.

"... Who the hell do you think you are, motherfucker? I should've killed you the moment you entered this room unannounced."

My world seemed to crash down instantly at his words. I didn't even noticed that my let go of the wolf in my hand. My eyes shook and tried to steady them to look at Blake's, hoping that he was just joking.

"Who is he, Blake?" Jessica asked. Blake looked at her lovingly and smiled.

"Just some nobody, mate." He said sweetly.

I slowly walked back at the door. Feeling more vulnerable than a pup in a cold winter storm. Blake was -

"What am I to you - Bl-lake..." My voice croaked. A lump in my throat seem to block my Alpha voice from coming out. I didn't notice Lance motion his warriors to leave us be as they dragged the injured wolf away from the room.

Blake looked at me annoyed and without hesitation, his answer came as clear as the morning sun.

"Nothing."