Her Brutal Alpha novel Chapter 14

Packs are extremely protective of their Luna's as they help hold the pack together. If their Alpha female was upset then they would feel it.

We made our way to our seats on the same side as our packs. My mother and father were standing on the opposite side of the table with my dad facing Blaine and my mom facing me.

Both men's eyes didn't move from the others; their glares were harsh as they waited for Lena to give us the okay to sit down.

"Please sit." Lena smiled as she walked into the huge dining hall.

The tension in the room was awkward and everyone was tense. It was clear that both my father and Blaine hadn't finished their fight and wanted more. I knew this was going to be an intense dinner.

Both mom and I sat down including Blaine's and my dad's pack members who were also attempting to tempt the other pack into a fight.

"Sit." Lena said forcibly as Blaine and my dad still stood, almost daring each other to sit down first. A sickly smirk appeared on my mates face as he gestured for my dad to sit down.

A low growl left my mouth and I rolled my eyes irritated that they were still continuing and acting like children.

They sat down at the sound of my annoyed growl but they continued to grumble with their eyes narrowed on one another.

Some of Blaine's pack maids came out handing everyone their plates. No one spoke except for saying thank you; we all just sat in silence as they walked in and out of the dining hall bringing in our food.

Once everyone had their food placed in front of them, we began eating.

It was silent for a while; you could only hear the conversation between my mother and Lena as they talked about pack life and their children.

It was awkward and I just sat there silently hoping this would end soon so I could leave as the tension was killing me.

But of course, my father and Blaine had to continue to make snide comments to one another through out dinner.

Blaine didn't like one of my father's comments and what he was insinuating as Blaine began firmly gripping a glass in his hand; his grip was getting tighter and tighter as he stared at my father.

"Blaine." I called, trying to catch his focus but it didn't work as his grip tightened.