"Randall. Did I dismiss you?" Hamish said in a low voice as he set his glass of wine back on the bar table. Circling around the bottles, he crossed his arms, waiting for the beta wolf to turn around.
They had been in an argument over Jack and his witch friends, again. Hamish couldn't wrap his mind around why Randall was making a big deal over one magic users' death. He had had no problem with killing in the past.
Randall turned around, holding in the growl that Greybeard so desperately wanted to release. "Yes?"
"I know you want to keep Jack alive, and I respect you and Lilith's advisements."
Randall could hear a 'but' coming and he so desperately wanted to run away and go hide Jack before anything happened to him, but he was tuck in place under the cold stare of his alpha.
"But," Hamish drawled. "I want to make it clear; I am the one who makes the final decisions around here. I am the alpha and" Hamish was suddenly a fist away from Randall. The closeness of their breathings made Randall's heart race faster than his liking, and he urged Greybeard to control it. Hamish grabbed Randall's chin and pushed it up so that Randall was forced to look into Hamish's piercing blue eyes, "you will obey."
Randall shivered, but didn't dare move away. The tension in the air telling him that Hamish wouldn't be so kind to yet another order disobeyed. When Hamish did finally let go and walk back to his usual spot behind the bar table, he made sure Randall knew of his new rules that would be put in place.
"You will be in this house every day at 2:00 pm, right after your last class of the day. You will work on your homework, clean, and help figure out the Coven problem. Not under any circumstances, will you go out hunting, unless I approve it. Do you understand?"
Randall understood perfectly. Hamish wasn't getting his way and he was taking his anger out at Randall. "Yes alpha," he seethed.
"Oh, and one more thing," Hamish said. "You are not to talk or go near Jack. When he comes over, you will go to your room. If he tries to make conversation with you at school don't talk back."
"But Hamish, you can't be serious? This is bullshit. Ground me all you want, but outside of this house I can do whatever the fuck I-"
"Randall, I swear to all the Knights of Saint Christopher, if you say one more word you will not leave this house at all."
Randall scoffed.
"Don't make me give you the bite," Hamish threatened.
"You wouldn't," Randall said unconvincingly. The bite would be sure hell. It would mean that Randall would actually have no choice in following Hamish's orders. It was a special privilege all alphas had, to keep their wolves in line. Worse, the other wolves would know as well.
"Leave, before you make me do something that you will regret," Hamish growled.
Snarling, Randall stormed out of the living room and up to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.