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As Always please read and review. WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE DISCPILINARY SPANKING OF A TEENAGED WEREWOLF BY HIS FATHER AND ALPHA.
Peter's POV
Flashback, Talia and Andrew are 26, Peter and Nick are 16, Laura is 2, Derek 6 months, and Jonathan (Talia, Nick, and Peter's father) is 50.
"Peter Alexander Hale!" my father's angry voice shouted down the school hallway as I was about to punch Jared again. No wonder Nick had been trying to pull me away from him. Dad marched up to us as I fought to get out of my brother's grip so I could run away from our father. I knew Nick wasn't holding me to be cruel he was just stunned by our father's sudden appearance. Apparently, he was too surprised to run.
"Nicholas, let go of your brother," he demanded when he got to us. Nick let me go. I looked at my father, and then I glanced over my shoulder, considering my options. I wondered how far I would get if I ran. Before I could decide, one of the teachers walked up to my dad. Every student except for Nick, Jared, and I scattered.
"Mr. Hale?" asked my English teacher, Mr. Pulaski. He stuck his hand out for our father to shake.
"Yes, I was coming to pick up my sons," Dad responded taking my teacher's offered hand. Dad also shot Nick and me a very angry look. Without being told, we all turned and headed to the office.
"Pete, you are so dead," Nick muttered to me when our dad was safely inside the principal's office, talking to him about our punishment.
"And Dad can probably hear you, Nick," I told him back. Nick sighed and slumped in his chair and then promptly jumped onto his feet when dad walked out, shaking hands with the principal.
"Let's go, boys," Dad said and walked out, not even checking to make sure we were following.
The car ride home was slow and torturous. "Boys, rooms" was all Dad said when we were inside the house, Nick and I practically fled. When I got to my room I flipped on the lights, set my backpack down next to my desk, and sat down on my bed. I wondered if Dad would go easy on me if I had started my homework when he came up. Probably not, I thought to myself. I slid off my bed so I was sitting on the floor. Then I heard Dad talking to my sister, Talia and her husband, Andrew. I could hear my niece, Laura, talking to her new brother, Derek. Talia was trying to talk Dad out of thrashing me, she was failing.
"I'm sorry, Talia, but you're not his mother and your brother needs to learn a lesson," I heard Dad say and then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I hoped he'd come to me first so it would be over soon but I wasn't so lucky. I knew he wouldn't thrash Nick, Nick had tried to break it up and wasn't already in trouble. He'd probably get grounded. Me, on the other hand, I was on the second week of a month long grounding that had been for a rather profane and disrespectful argument with my father and taking a swing at him. When he'd told me I was grounded for a month while restraining me, I'd told him where he could shove his punishment and what he could do with himself afterwards, both in explicit detail. In response he'd pulled down my pants and underwear, bent me over the kitchen table, and given me the worst spanking I've ever gotten. And I average about six spankings a month. At least he'd used his hand and not the belt. Probably because that was impromptu, I doubted I'd be so lucky this time.
My mother, I thought. He never let me or Nick and Talia forget that they had a different mother than I did. My siblings' mother had been my father's mate and Alpha female; my mother had been my father's girlfriend. Nick and I shared a birthday and let people believe we were twins but we didn't even have the same mother. Nick's mom had died giving birth. My mom had been horrified to discover her boyfriend was a werewolf, with a wife, a daughter and another child on the way. She had left me with Dad after I was born and taken off. In one day, my father had lost his wife, his girlfriend, and become the single father of two newborn baby boys and a ten year old little girl. Sometimes I wondered if Dad was harder on me because I was a mistake, he certainly never let me forget it.
"Peter, stand up," said my father's voice. While I had thought about mothers he had finished talking to Nick and gotten to me. I scrambled onto my feet. Dad moved so that he stood in front of me. He looked me up and down. He took in my messy curls, my bloody hands and face from the fight, and the tear in my jeans, also from the fight. I cringed, some of the blood was mine and some was probably Nick's but most of it was Jared's.
"Dad-"I tried, only to be cut off.
"Silence!" my father ordered. I fell silent and studied my shoes.
"Eyes on me, son," he said. I looked at my father's face but couldn't meet his eyes.
"You were already grounded for disrespect, that's one. From what I know, you goaded that other boy into hitting you, that's two. When your brother tried to stop you, you fought him and got him in trouble, that's three. You drew a lot of attention to yourself, that's four. And you're suspended for two weeks, that's five," he said, "Tell me what happens when I get to five, Peter."
"I get the belt, sir," I answered quietly. Three got you a spanking, four got a bare spanking, and five got you a bare spanking with the belt. I had gotten to five three times before and I had no desire to experience it again.
"That's right, Peter. Have we covered what got you here?" he asked. Dad always made sure we knew that charges against us before he punished us.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Good, Peter, go get my belt," he ordered. My stomach sank as I went to do as I told. My last hope was that he would use the belt he was wearing. He kept a special one for punishment that he told us that his grandfather has gotten from a witch that had made it so that werewolf healing wouldn't work. I would heal like a human. I was so screwed. I retrieved the dreaded implement from my father's study, returned to my room, and handed them to him.
"I'm proud of you for not fighting me and accepting your punishment Peter. Normally only making trouble while you're already being punished would get you a spanking but with everything that happened on top of you being grounded…" he trailed off. I finished his sentence in my head. With the list of charges against me, he had to tan my backside. I knew my father well enough to know that if he was going to be the fair and just father and Alpha he was, he had to use the belt on me. I just wished he get on with it already. So I could start licking the wounds he was about to inflict.
"You know the drill. Peter. Take them down and bend over the bed, "he said. I did as I was told, my stomach tying itself in knots and my muscles tensing in anticipation.
"Okay, you're getting fifty with my hand and thirty with the belt." Dad told me. I bit my lip to keep from protesting and nodded that I was ready, certain when he was done I'd never be able to sit down again. Then he started, he didn't lecture. He had already told me why. I tried to remain stoic and actually made it through the hand spanking without a word. Then came the belt, I started begging five licks in.
"Dad plea- crack- ow! Please –crack- just –crack-ah! Please stop- crack –argh!" I begged. My father could've been deaf for all the help it was. I was already crying.
"We're almost done, Peter. You're doing great," he told me. By the time he was done I was crying my eyes out and sobbing uncontrollably into my comforter. I didn't even notice it was over until he told me.
"It's all right, Peter. It's over," he said rubbing soothing circles on my back, "You're fine, little cub, calm down." When I finally stopped crying, he helped lay on my bed, on my stomach.
"Take a nap until dinner, Peter. You can do your homework after. I'll send Talia to the school tomorrow to drop off your homework and get the work from your teachers. You may be suspended for two weeks, but I won't let you fall behind, understood?" he said.
"Yes, sir, I understand," I responded.
"Then get some sleep," he said turning off the light as he left the room.
End of flashback
My father, my brother, my sister, I thought. They were all dead, my entire family. What did I have now? I had Nick's headstrong daughter, Talia's angry son, and a pack of delinquent children. That was just great. I looked at the only cub present, Scott. I had sent the others home or to Deaton.
Then I really thought about my father. I hadn't been scared of my father; I had loved and respected him. I had been a holy terror at times but he never beat me and he certainly never killed me. He'd had broken a few things training us and scratched us but he had never used it as a punishment, the way I just had.
I remembered Aly screaming as I clawed her back open and when I broke he legs. I remembered Derek jumping forward when I cut Erica and Boyd's throats, those two cubs falling to the ground dead. I remembered breaking Derek's jaw and kicking Aly when she was already down, so hard I broke her ribs. I remembered the beating I'd given Derek the night I came back and the one I gave Scott. I remembered sinking my teeth into Allison's shoulder. I thought about how I'd manhandled all of them to get them to come back to the train station. I remembered Derek walking out of here carrying Aly with scratches on his face while Allison, bleeding and limping, and Isaac, both his eyes black, followed. I sighed and looked away.
"Sit down, Scott," I said.
I promise I will get to back to the story next chapter. I wanted Peter to reflect some on how badly he's treating them and that he knows it's wrong. Please tell me what you think of the flashback, I can write more flashbacks or even do a spin-off if enough people want more of them. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.
