"Alpha Langston," Sinclair said as he wheeled himself forward. "You need to leave. Now."
"Not without my son."
"Never going to happen," I snapped as I pulled Jojo closer. I wasn't taking chances again. "Jojo isn't going anywhere with you."
"Then give me my grandson."
"Over my dead body," Jojo shouted as he started forward. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back, keeping a tight hold on him.
Alpha Langston's eyes narrowed once again as he looked at his son, and I just knew the man would have no problem making Jojo's words come true.
Jojo was right.
His father was the boogeyman.
Chapter Twelve
"Alpha Langston." Sinclair wheeled himself to the front of our small group. "If you don't leave right this minute, I will be forced to report you to the council. You've already broken enough laws that I could have you sanctioned. Don't force my hand."
"That boy is mine," the alpha snapped out, "and I am not leaving here without him."
"Actually, he's mine," I said as I pushed away from Stalker. "He's never been yours."
"He's my blood!" my father shouted.
"So?" I had no idea what that had to do with anything. "I'm your blood, too. That never stopped you from having me beaten. I have no doubt you'd do the same exact thing to Tommy if you had the chance. I won't allow that to happen."
"I don't know what kind of lies you've been spreading, Joseph, but—"
"Lies? I haven't been telling lies." I pointed to my sore cheek. "And that proves it right there."
"That proves nothing."
I rolled my eyes. There was just no getting through to my father. I don't know why I was even trying to get him to see reason. It wasn't going to happen. "Tommy and I are staying here. Good-bye, Father."
I started to turn away when my father reached out and grabbed my wrist in a bruising grip. I heard Stalker snarl behind me and quickly held up my hand to stop him. I didn't want my mate to get into trouble with the council for attacking my father.
"Do not thwart me, Joseph. You will regret it."
"There are a lot of things I regret, but thwarting you isn't one of them." I winced when I yanked my arm out of my father's grasp. I hadn't realized his claws were extended until they ripped deep gouges in my skin. I quickly pressed my hand against the open wound before lifting my arm up. "Another lie, Father?"
"You never would have been harmed if you had obeyed me. This is your doing."
"Isn't that what all abusers say to their victims? Their abuse is their fault?"
I was pretty sure Freud would have a field day with my father.
"I have never abused you."
Whatever.
I was done with this conversation.
"Alpha Langston, I believe Alpha Sinclair has asked you to leave. You might want to do what he says. He's not a man you want to thwart."
This time when I turned away from my father, he didn't grab at me. I walked over to Stalker and leaned into him, grateful when the man's arms wrapped around me.
"Alpha Langston," Sinclair said in a harsh voice, one I'd never heard before, and quite frankly, I hoped to never hear again. "You have entered my territory without my permission. You have stayed when I asked you to leave. You've physically attacked someone in my house and threatened them. Leave now before I take your insult to heart and consider it a challenge."
