The Cruel Alpha's Daughter's Mate

Chapter 7

Grayson

I walked into my house and was surprised to see how clean my kitchen and living room were. Last night I had entertained four of the young single females within the pack. It had been one incredible night. The girls hadn’t been disappointed. To say it had been a wild night was putting it lightly. My wolf, Basher, had enjoyed being able to let loose and dominate the females repeatedly throughout the night.

“There’s no sign in here of what took place last night,” Bash said, as we looked around the room.

“Yeah, this place looks great,” I agreed.

“I wonder if the bedroom has been cleaned,” Bash said, thinking about what had taken place in the bedroom the night before.

We made our way to the stairs, and as we walked past the laundry, I could hear the sound of the machines doing their cycles. Climbing the stairs, I stopped in our bedroom doorway and looked around the room. The only thing that was out of place was the set of handcuffs which were laying on the bedside table.

“Oh, we put those cuffs to good use last night, huh?” Bash mused, smiling happily at the thought.

I walked over to the bathroom that was adjoined to my bedroom, and saw my daughter cleaning the hot tub.

“How’s it going?” I asked her.

“Getting it sorted,” she replied, without looking at me.

“You did an incredible job downstairs. The place looks fantastic. Thank you for that,” I told her.

“Just doing what is expected of me,” she replied with a shrug, like it was no big deal.

“Why wouldn’t she think it was a big deal. It’s not like you have ever thanked her or praised her for her hard work before,” Bash stated. I thought about what he said and realised he was right.

“Well, you did a wonderful job,” I told her, wanting to praise her.

“I don’t think she likes us very much,” Bash said, as we stood and watched Lara as she cleaned the hot tub.

“What makes you say that?” I asked him, surprised by what he had said.

“Well, she won’t look at us. It’s like she can’t bring herself to look at us. So, I think maybe the simplest explanation is that she doesn’t like us,” Bash told me, shrugging like that explanation was enough.

Not sure of what to make of what he had said, I decided to just let it be. I walked out of the bathroom and made my way back downstairs.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Bash asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“She is my daughter. Ever since her mother died, she has been uncomfortable in my presence. So, we are going to just give her some space and let her do the job she is doing so well without us hovering over her and making her feel uncomfortable,” I explained.

With that, Bash began to laugh hysterically, “Since when have you ever had any concern for the comfort and wellbeing of anyone? Let alone Lara? Have you forgotten that for your favourite pastime you enjoy watching Omegas get slaughtered by your young pack warriors that you have in training?” he asked.

“No, I have not forgotten,” I told him, feeling annoyed with him.

“So, despite all that, you want to make the daughter you have treated as nothing more than the cleaning girl comfortable?” he asked, rolling his eyes as he continued laughing.

“Would you shut up,” I told him.

“I was just stating the facts dude,” he retorted, rolling his eyes at me.

“No, you were just being annoying,” I told him.

“We will just have to agree to disagree,” Bash stated. “Now, how about we relax and watch a movie or something? I mean, we had such a big night, no one could really blame us for having a relaxing day.”

“What kind of movie were you thinking?” I asked him.

“Horror, of course,” he replied.

“Sounds good,” I agreed as I sat on the sofa and picked up the remote turning the television on and signing into Netflix. I scrolled through the movies and chose the one that Bash thought sounded good. I pressed play, and Bash and I settled in to watch the movie.

We were about a quarter of a way into the movie when Tiffany marched into the house without knocking and stood in front of me, blocking my view of the television.

“Would you tell this moron to get out of the way,” Bash grumbled, frustrated by being blocked from the television.

“Tiffany. To what do we owe the pleasure?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Pleasure? What pleasure? She is so annoying. Why did you ever get mixed up with her in the first place?” Bash grumbled, wanting to know what was happening in the movie that he could hear but not see.

“So, I see you had an interesting evening,” Tiffany said, sitting down on the sofa beside me.

“What makes you say that?” I asked her.

“Oh, cut the crap Grayson. I came by earlier and I saw the state the house was in. Your little cleaner girl was trying to remove the evidence. So, who did you have over?” she asked.

“Is she for real?” Bash asked. “Who the hell does she think she is talking too?”

“Tiffany, what makes you think you have any right to question me on anything?” I asked her, fixing her with a hard look.

“Oh Grayson, come on. We have something, the two of us. Why would you want to go and mess around with other silly girls who cannot possibly give you what you need?” she asked.

“We don’t have something, as you put it. I mess around with you just like I messed around with those girls last night,” I told her. “You have a mate. You are messing around with me behind your mates back. You are probably hoping that you will leave your mate for me, and become the Luna of this pack. But that isn’t going to happen. You are nothing more than a body I use. So, from now on, don’t just barge into my house whenever you feel like it. And don’t you dare question me on anything. Oh, and if I find out you have not been respecting my daughter, I will make sure that you regret it,” I told her, giving her my harshest glare.

I watched as Tiffany’s eyes began to fill with tears, and her bottom lip began to tremble. She reached her hand out to me and placed it on my thigh. “Grayson, don’t do this, please. We have something, you know we do. I can feel it, and I know you can too,” she whispered.

“That’s Alpha Grayson to you. And too late, it’s already done,” I told her, removing her hand from my thigh.

Tiffany burst into tears, before jumping up and running out the front door, and slamming it shut behind her. I let out a sigh of relief. I was glad she had gone without becoming hysterical and overly dramatic like she usually was whenever she didn’t get her way.

“Thank the Goddess she is gone. Now please don’t be stupid enough to get involved with her again,” Bash huffed in irritation.

“I won’t. I only got involved with her for one thing and that one thing wasn’t good enough to make me ever want to go back there again,” I assured him.

“I am glad to hear it. Now, could you please rewind the movie? We missed it because of Tiffany,” Bash asked.

I laughed quietly as I picked up the television remote and did what he asked. Once I had rewound the movie, I pressed play and we sat back to watch the movie once more.