"We can't be together, it's not right" Drake says even though I could tell they both wanted to be together.
"Says you, there isn't anything wrong with it Drake" Tate tells him before muttering under his breath and I could hear the anger in his voice. It must be hard for Tate being denied by him then accepted the next, I could see why he was getting frustrated with him. Drake just let Tate kiss him and was now rejecting that they have a relationship and Drake kissed him back. I was confused so I could only imagine how confusing it was for Tate.
It seemed absurd, there are a few same gender Alpha's, so I didn't understand what the big deal was and why his father could be that old fashioned and outdated to believe there was something wrong with them being together.
"Can we not do this right now, she just got here besides I need to leave but I will be back soon, I promise" Drake says pecking me on the lips and walking to Tate's car.
We watch them leave before Tate grabs my bag and walks me toward the front of the house and up the steps to the front door.
"Ready?" He asks and I nod nervously. He pushes the door open and I step inside. The place was homely, warm and I could smell the fireplace burning, hear its crackle as the logs burned.
It was completely different from the Victoria era architecture outside. Stained floorboards lined the floor, a staircase leading up to the landing above. Off one side of the entry was a living room and fireplace, the other side was a dining room. I stepped inside looking around. Off the dining room was a kitchen with granite bench tops and stainless-steel appliances. Walking back out Tate was watching me.
"I know it's not like back home-"
"It's cosy, I like it," I tell him, and he takes a deep breath like he thought I wouldn't like the place.
"If you go through the living room there is a study and library, bathroom is down the hall next to the stairs and bedrooms are upstairs" He says showing me. I nod, making sure to remember what he was telling me.
Tate grabs my hand and suitcase before walking me upstairs. I see four doors. He opens one revealing a bathroom with black tiles and stainless-steel fittings. It looked freshly renovated. Had a huge bath in one corner that could fit two-three people in it with jets. A shower that took up an entire wall and three sink basins along the far wall. He closes the door before walking down a small hallway and opening the door.
The room was just as big as the living room, a huge super king bed sat in the middle with bedside tables that had lamps on each side. A door leading off the far wall which Tate opened and showed me was a closet. Tate places my suitcase in the closet, and I sit on the edge of the bed.
"We are sharing the same room?" I ask, a little nervous. He walks over to me stopping in front of me.
"I can sleep in the spare room if you want, I just thought we-"
"No, I am not kicking you out of your own room, it's fine, just didn't expect to be sharing a bed with you so soon," I tell him, a little nervous about the sleeping arrangements.
Tate crouches in front of me, his hands going to my knees as he looks up at me.
"Drake and I will never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with, you don't need to feel pressured into anything. I don't mind sleeping in another room if you're uncomfortable" He says.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door downstairs, Tate looked toward the bedroom door before standing.
"I will be back," He says, his hand brushing my cheek before he walks out.
Drake POV
Elias dropped me off at the border, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to remain with my mates, help her settle in but I had no other choice other than to go confront my father. He was in the middle of a meeting when I walked in with his Beta, both of them standing around his oval desk looking at some maps. My brothers lounging on the couch looking incredibly bored which I understood my father tended to drone on and on over the little things. Walking in, my youngest brother Chase looks up, a smile slipping onto his face at seeing me before moving over on the two-seater he was sitting on.
"What are they talking about?" I ask, sitting down.
"You would know if you were here" My father spits at me, I fight the urge to growl at him, knowing it's pointless to argue back with him. Last time I tried he had three pack warriors force me out the packhouse and to the cells. They hated it, they didn't understand why I put up with his shit.
My father ordered them to whip me. All were reluctant until I ordered them to get it over with, I didn't want them punished for disobeying him. It wasn't the first time and probably won't be the last. But I understood, he couldn't look weak in front of anyone even if it meant punishing his own son. I took it on the chin, that argument was pretty brutal, and I humiliated him in front of the pack which he doesn't take lightly.
My father dismisses his Beta and Gamma showing them to the door.
"Where have you been?" He says leaning against his desk and looking down at me.
"With my mate" I answer, and he growls.
"I won't have a poofter for a son, why do you keep openly disobeying me"
"Not Tate, not that it should fucking matter"
My father scoffs before growling at me taking a step toward me. I get up and he freezes. I was a lot bigger than him and it would be clear who would win if I did challenge him, but my old man wasn't one to back down.