406-The Petty Stuff
"Lazio!" I pronounced his name after gulping a little. It was clear from the look on his face that he wasn't too happy. Something had deeply disturbed him, as evidenced by the slight raise of his brow and the tightening of his lips.
"Good morning," I said, trying to sound playful and normal.
"Maynard was here?" he asked, ignoring my greetings and briskly approaching me.
"He was." I didn't lie. He stood beside me for a few empty seconds before he scoffed at me.
"Why? Why did you indulge in a conversation with him?" he asked me, assuming it very correctly. I could tell he was not going to understand whatever I had to say. Something in him has changed, or maybe it was always there, but I was too occupied with saving my mates and the world to acknowledge it.
"He came here to talk to me. We talked, and now he is gone. I am not a child who would turn away from the problems because Daddy doesn't want her to speak to anyone without his permission." I had enough of his attitude. I turned to him after dropping the butter knife in the sink and groaned, muttering the words to him.
It surprised him to see him standing up for me again.
He stayed still for a moment before he grasped my arm and started dragging me to our bedroom.
"What are you doing, Lazio? we have guests over; have some decency." I complained, trying to free my arm, but his fingers were wrapped too firmly around my skin.
"Let me go," I fought, but to no gain. He shoved me into the room and locked the bedroom behind us. It didn't just stop there. He then pushed me in front of the mirror and stood behind me. His hands grabbed my arms from behind to keep me still.
"Look at yourself! Now use the same tone from before and see how ridiculous you look when being rude to your alpha mate," he muttered, shaking my body a little and glaring at me in the mirror's reflection.
"I said what was right. You have changed so much, Lazio!" I raised my voice, but it resulted in tears being formed in my eyes.
"Because I grew up. I am not that teenager from high school anymore. I am not the miserable guy you used to be to your fullest in that academy," he yelled, pushing me into the mirror and setting me free. I instantly turned around to him and stared at his face in shock.
"I used you? When?" I asked, my eyes staring at him with nothing but complaint and sadness in them.
"I am not up for an argument in this early morning. You need to accept and admit when you are wrong. I didn't want you to ruin their relationship, did you hear me?" He yelled despite the fact that I told him the guests might hear us.
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