"Do you think you have grown wings enough to defy my orders?" My father growled down at , looking like a damned predator. His blue eyes burned with a fiery passion which once scared , but not any more.
My mother stood next to him, arms folded and mouth poised up in disagreent. Just like my father, she looked like she was trying to get in line or sothing like that.
"I can do whatever I wish to do, you can’t keep under you for long. I love him," I stared into my father’s eyes, showing him that he doesn’t scare as much as he did when I was still a kid.
Unlike then, I can stare into his eyes for as long as I wish, without feeling any ounce of fear. I’m untouchable. And I won’t allow them to touch my Strawberry.
"Oh, seems like it’s ti to clip your wings. What about —"
"I don’t care about her any more. You can do whatever you wish to her, I just don’t care." I tried to look like I didn’t care about it, while I do. However, I know they won’t touch her. They are only making empty threats at .
"What..." My mother took so steps back, shocked by my words, while my dad seed like he was trying to understand .
"You heard right. Ever since I was little, I never got to choose anything. You picked my schools for , my damned clothes and even my food! I was wired to depend on you for everything while trying to be a good son, but not any more!"
"Storm!"
"What’s wrong? Are you going to hurt my Strawberry if I don’t do what you asked to do? Will you kick out of your house or disown as your son?" I scoffed.
"You can’t get married to him!" Father said in a resolute tone, trying to use his Alpha tone on , so I can give in to his wishes.
Tsk.
He did this when I was still a kid. Back then, I couldn’t fight him off, but not any more. I’m not the harmless child I used to be. Right now, I have soone I wish to protect. I won’t let them hurt him or co anywhere near him.
He’s mine to protect.
"Why?"
"He’s a boy! He can’t give you children! You need a woman so she can continue the bloodline!"
"And you think I wish to have kids? Have you asked what I want?"
Though it will be beautiful to have kids with my Strawberry’s unusual purple eyes, and my black hair. Just thinking of it, made giddy as hell, but I tampered it down.
Strawberry is a boy, he can’t give birth to pups. I’m just getting ahead of myself by thinking of him that way.
"Storm! Are you insane? Do you need ....?
My Strawberry sighed in his sleep, and we froze, staring at him, expecting him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. He just went back to sleep without so much as opening an eye.
My mum stared at him, mouth pursed, and brows raised. She looked as if she wanted to say sothing, but shook her head, deciding to keep things the way they are.
"If you are hell-bent on being with him, then, you are no longer my son!"
"Good," I folded my arms. "Now, can you please leave my dorm?" I motioned to the door. "You are no longer my parents. Our ties are broken."
My mother gasped, while my father gaped at , as I had sohow gotten two heads during the conversation.
"Are you willing to deny your family because of a boy?"
The way father stared at my strawberry made protectively stand in front of him, ready to take my father on should he try to attack my Oga.
"Yes, I’ve marked him."
"What?!" They gasped in shock, sharing a look between them, looking like they sohow lost all coherency.
"You marked a boy?"
"Is there any reason I shouldn’t have?" I shrugged. I have never regretted marking my Oga. Not even my parents can make feel that way.
"We will have this conversation again!" My father turned to leave.
"I don’t think so. I’m no longer your son, rember? Don’t tell you have forgotten so soon?" I stared straight at him, with no room for mirth on my face.
"You are still my son." With a glare at , my father left, while my mother stayed back. She glanced at the door he left through before she turned to face ... Smiling?
I was shocked by the expression on her face. I can count how many tis my mother has smiled at , and it isn’t up to the number of fingers on my right hand.
"I’m glad you found soone you love. Though I’m not in support of the relationship, I hope you are happy with him." She turned and left, banging the door behind her.
With my parents gone, I sat on the bed, thinking of what to do next. I have lived with my father for so long that I knew this wasn’t the end of it.
He will still find a way to get to .
"Do you regret marking ?"
I was startled when I heard his voice. I turned to face him, smiling at my cute Strawberry, who pulled off being adorable without any effort.
"Why will I?" I wrapped my arms around his waist and brought him closer, so he sat on my thighs.
"Well... You looked like you did," he bit his bottom lip, looking so seductive with that small smile on his face.
"No, I have never regretted this, Strawberry. You are the best thing that has ever happened to ." I leaned in and pecked him on his mouth.
Without Strawberry, I wouldn’t have ever disagreed with my parents.
"I’m a boy, you know that, right?"
"Of course."
"I can’t be able to give you kids?" He stared at , letting know what it ans to be with him.
"Who wants kids when I have soone as beautiful as you?" I kissed him. "You are all I’ve ever wanted."
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