"Randall, if you don't want a scene to take place at this very moment, I would suggest you get up quietly and come with me," Hamish whispered into his ear. "Now," Hamish growled at Randall's immobile state.
Hamish laughed as he watched Randall take another swing of his beer, completely content with ignoring his alpha. Hamish would take none of that. With both hands he slapped down on Randall's shoulder blades and squeezed tightly, taking satisfaction in the flinch reciprocated from the younger wolf. Leaning down Hamish began to whisper into Randall's ear, "Randall, if you don't want a scene to take place at this very moment, I would suggest you get up quietly and come with me."
"And if I don't?" Randall challenged taking another swig at the beer in his hand.
Choosing his words carefully, Hamish suppressed the beast inside of him as he once again leaned down to converse. "This isn't a request. It's an order, from you alpha."
Randall let out a drunken chuckle, "An order, really? I don't have to listen to you. This is the 21st century after all, I don't have to listen to an alpha."
Hamish let out a growl, perking the beta's ears. Hamish had read that a growl from a pack's alpha could release endorphins to the pack to obey, it could be used for either rewards or punishment. This was for the later.
Hamish let out another growl, careful not to cause any unnecessary attention. The bartender was cleaning glasses and the rest of the dining area was either studying or fully engaged in conversation. "You either leave now and face your punishment at home or we do it right here right now, and trust me you won't like the outcome."
Randall bit his bottom lip. He knew that tone, Hamish was pissed and serious, and no good ever came from that. Randall had no doubt that Hamish would act upon his threats.
"One, two," Hamish started counting, emphasizing the childlike behavior Randall was administrating.
Randall stood up. "Good, now let's go, before you embarrass yourself further." Grabbing the back of Randall's neck, he pushed him towards the door, attracting the eyes from everyone in the bar. Randall's face turned pink as he tried to release the hold.
Outside the doors, Hamish had still not let go, and the eyes continued to follow. "Hamish, you can let go now. C'mon stop it."
The growl in response, made Randall become guilty for unknown reasons. It was probably a damn alpha trait. Being dragged all the way to the Knight's house, was not fun, but it beat being humiliated in front of the entire school. Who knows what twisted game Hamish would have come up with?
Entering the doors of the house he was met by both Lilith and Jack. "Go downstairs now," Hamish ordered.
"What's going on?" Lilith asked, rising from her seat. Jack quickly followed suit after Hamish failed to give a response.
"Now Randall!" Hamish barked, making the three occupants jump and Randall scurry into the basement.
"Hey Hamish, what is going on?" Jack asked worriedly.
"I'm making myself a drink that's what's going on." Hamish grunted as he poured the tequila.
"I meant with Randall?" Jack said tentatively.
"He is about be punished, AND before you ask any questions," Hamish raised his voice, "Randall disobeyed direct orders. Let me make myself clear to you both." Hamish placed down his glass and stared at the two younger wolves in front of him. "I am an easy-going guy. When we make decisions, we do so together, but at the end of the day once I make a call, it is final. If you disobey, you will be punished. I am the alpha in the room. Do I make myself clear?"
Against the nature of both Jack and Lilith, they found themselves nodding and saying yes alpha, to Hamish.
"Good. Now stay up here while I deal with Randall. Taking another sip of tequila, he walked past his two wolves and down into the basement, locking the door behind him.
Hamish found Randall leaning against the wall behind the case that once held Greybeard, now safely tucked inside of himself. Randall, always one to want to hear his own voice, chose not to utter a word.
"Cat got your tongue?" Hamish asked bitterly. "Or do you want to explain to me why you couldn't follow direct orders? Well?"
Nothing. Figures, Hamish thought. Randall was always moody when he was angry or upset.
"Get on your knees now."
Randall eyeing the room, did what he was told, and got onto his knees.
"Put your hand on the floor." Randall put his hands on the floor, tensing at the part that comes next. He had never experienced Hamish's wrath, but he heard stories of the punishments he would inflict.
Hamish going behind Randal, reached down and ripped his shirt in two, exposing the smooth skin. Then with the belt from his own pants, he whipped the unmarked back.
The sound echoed along the cave like walls, along with Randall's cries. After about 40 hits, he ordered Randall to stand up. Shakily, he did so. His face wet with tears and red from embarrassment and pain. His back bloodied, but already healing.
"Take off your pants."
"What?" Randall asked confused.
"The punishment is not over Randall. What you did was unacceptable. Now am I going to have to remove it for you or will you do so willingly?"
And just like that, Randall snapped. The beast inside taking control. He reached out and scratched Hamish who was caught off guard. Quickly Hamish changed and they grappled with each other until, Hamish had him pinned down. Pressing upon the scars, he had just inflicted, Greybeard's howls soon became whimpers. Without a choice, Hamish still in his wolf form proceeded to bite down on Randall's unmarked neck, claiming him. Randall's scream became inaudible as Hamish turned back into himself. Now both naked, Hamish looked around for some extra pants.
"Stay down," he ordered as he slipped the tan khakis he found on top of the dresser.
"Now, get up." Immediately Randall got up, his body forced to obey his alpha, his face not so much. The bite was a marking as punishment, making sure that the wolf follows the alpha's every command, even if his mind did not want to.
"Hamish erase it please," Randall whimpered. He was crying and bloodied. "I can't have it on me, please don't do this."
"Randall, this is on you not me. Maybe now you will do as your told."
"But Hamish, you can't do this to me, it's not right, please."
"Turn around." Randall turned around without a second thought. Hamish walked towards the bite and admired it. It healed to a point, leaving behind an etching and an aura. Hamish caressed the etching, causing Randall to flinch and cry out. How interesting. The etching was his symbol and the aura cascading around Randall was also Hamish's, signifying that Randall was his.
Hamish began to caress all of Randall, ordering him to not move, this did not include the tears that managed to fall down his body. Hamish was making a point, by touching every ounce of Randall he was telling him that he was his.
"On your knees, hands on the floor. Head down." Randall had no choice but to obey.
"Hamish please don't do this. Please," Randall begged.
"Randall, this is for your own good. When you come to obey me willingly than I will release you, but for now, stay here, like this."
Hamish ignoring Randall's pleas walked up the stairs.