Jason's POV

　　Violently slamming the large oak door to the pack house, even I could feel the anger radiating from me crashing furiously into anyone who dared approach. Ignoring the curious faces of other pack members, wanting to avoid causing more damage than needed tonight, I made a beeline for the stairs to the alpha quarters on the top floor, taking the steps two at a time.

　　"Bit late for that; you nearly split the door in two. Are we done with this temper tantrum yet!" Archer chided sarcastically. 

　　"This is all your fucking fault." I hissed angrily to Archer, fed up with his attitude.

　　"How do you work that out? I wanted to rip the half-breed, a new asshole. You wouldn't let me!" He replied angrily "Instead, you wanted to keep the peace! Now tell me, what did playing peacemaker get us, huh!" 

　　"Fuck off", I hissed back at him angrily.

　　"Oh yeah, he is in there now with OUR mate, doing god knows what while you throw a tantrum like a two-year-old." He roared internally. I knew he was right, but I wanted a fight, and I didn't give a fuck who it was with. Forcing Archer and his dribble to the back of my mind, shutting him out, I turned the corner to head to my room, needing this day to be over with.

　　"Son?" I heard my father call from his room down the hall, freezing on the spot; I let out a long breath and looked over my shoulders at him angrily. 

　　"Really, you're going to pick a fight with me, son?" He asked casually, blocking the path to his bedroom. 

　　"That depends," I snapped quickly, anger sweeping over me. As I took a few steps towards the bedroom my father shared with my mother, hearing my little sister laughing behind the door, I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to scare her. 

　　"The girl?" He asked, eyeing me with interest. The smirk that spread over his face had my blood boiling; where did he get off being so pretentious? Crossing my arms across my chest, my green hues met his stern hazel orbs. "Still convinced she isn't your mate?" He asked, his tone laced with arrogance; he was clearly trying to provoke me. Narrowing my eyes on my father, hostility swimming in the depths of my emerald hues, I nodded slowly.

　　"Why don't you ask the Blackwood kid if the girls my mate," I growled through gritted teeth, satisfaction washing over my face seeing my father pale slightly, pulling the door behind him protectively. Feeling a pang of guilt eating at me, I sighed, remembering what my mother had endured at the hands of THAT family. The last thing she needed was to hear that family's name. Looking at my father apologetically, I could see the alarm on his face and relented a little. 

　　"What's THAT family got to do with the girl?" He asked, his wolf Rage shining through his eyes, wanting to investigate the situation himself. 

　　"You saw him at the meeting; he likes her! When I walked her back to her apartment tonight, he pretty much marked his territory and threatened me and the pack's security." I explained, trying to keep my voice low to protect my mother, but the anger that thundered through me at the audacity of the freak, seeing my father wince, I knew I had failed miserably. 

　　"I see." He said, his eyes glossing over as he communicated with his wolf, clearly not wanting me to be involved in the conversation.

　　"Wanna include me? It's not like it's my life you're both talking about." I grumbled. Seeing my father turn towards the door and open it slightly, I shook my head in disbelief. "Seriously, you have nothing else to say!" I hissed menacingly, feeling the anger searing through me again.

　　"I thought she wasn't your mate, son." He smirked, knowingly disappearing into the bedroom; as soon as the door closed behind him, I could hear my father's playful roar, followed by my little sister's giggles of excitement. 

　　"Thanks, Pops", I muttered, stalking to my room, not wanting to upset my mother by bursting into the room and demanding my father explain himself.

　　I grinned the second I pushed the bedroom door open, sensing her presence- My little spitfire. Following her scent into my large ensuite, its large marble walls dripping with steam. Entering quietly, I leaned against the counter, smirking at the slender female in my tub. Her chestnut hair tied up on top of her head. The room filled with the rose and lavender floral scents of one of her bath bombs. Noting to myself that it complemented her natural scent perfectly.

　　Her sublime hourglass figure submerged in the luscious pink water, Grinning wickedly, letting my eyes trace over her every curve, from her dark hair that seemed to glimmer under the light with traces of caramel, her honied skin shining in the pink-tinted water, the slender curves of her neck, bare without a trace of a mates mark. Letting my eyes trail over her perky tits that I ached to take into my mouth, seeing her dark buds tightening under my gaze, I knew she was as eager as me—smirking, seeing her face flush from the heat of my gaze. 

　　"You know, if the bathtub in your room isn't suitable for your needs Kayla... I can have it fixed; you only have to ask." I grinned, watching her sink further into the bath, saying nothing. My eyes followed the lines of her body, across her toned stomach smirking seeing some of her scars. She may be tiny, but she was not to be underestimated on the battlefield- Even without her wolf. 

　　Casting my eyes lower, they sparkled with lust seeing her part her legs in the waters, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful slit.

　　"Such a tease!" I chuckled hoping to stir Archer, who was still sulking in the back of my head, refusing to be part of the fun. Taking a step closer to the bath, a wicked smirk painting my lips, I leaned down into the hot waters, running my hand down the muscular flesh of her smooth leg to her delicate feet, lifting her obedient limbs and hanging it over the side of the bath. Rose-scented steam rose from her dewy flesh, water droplets rolling down her leg and onto the floor, neither of us caring.

　　Tracing my fingers along the curves of her toned leg and across her thighs, grinning, feeling her flesh tense under my touch. My cock bulged against its confines. I couldn't deny that she was damn sexy! Smiling sinfully, seeing her bite sensually on her bottom lip as my fingers followed their trail back into the waters finding their slick folds, rubbing my thumb against her rosebud teasingly, smirking at her little moans of ecstasy. 

　　"You want this, baby girl?" I grinned roguishly; seeing her nod enthusiastically, I pulled my hand away quickly, finding her other leg and lifting it out of the water, draping it over the other side of the bath. Smirking down at those plump, pouty lips with a wink, pulling myself off the floor next to the tub, I lifted onto the counter, smiling at the view in front of me: My Kayla, submitting to my will. She might be a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, but she would surrender completely for me.

　　"Show me." Seeing her eyes glow with arousal, I nodded for her to do as I had asked. "Show me how much you want me… Then maybe I will join you in that bath." I cooed seductively. Leaning back against the mirror above the counter, excited for the show my little Vixen was undoubtedly about to put on for me. "There's a good girl", I cooed, watching her hand disappear back into the heated water and over her body in pursuit of euphoric bliss.