Page 27 of A Chance at Redemption for the Alpha

I broke the rules. I’m so getting in trouble. Please let him be in a good mood today, so he won’t beat me bloody again. I go through the motions as quickly as possible, throwing on some clothes and dashing downstairs. My heart beats so fast, I’m scared it might send me into cardiac arrest.

Hurrying towards the kitchen, I realize, too late, that someone left their shoes in the corridor. I stumble over them and through the door, bumping headfirst into the warm chest of a person before knocking them over with my momentum.

“I am so sorry,” I blurt out, while trying to scramble to my feet and save the situation, as much as I can.

I am doomed!

My father’s dark eyes rest on me, and he approaches in slow strides. I hope he will only use his belt on me, and not chain or whip me. Either way, I am lucky if I am able to move once he is done. A hand comes forward, making me close my eyes and just waiting to be tugged up and tossed around.

But someone just pulls me up and pats my shoulder.

“This time it was your shoes, Silas,” I hear a low, husky voice say. “Which is kind of funny because when it was mine, you complained about it for an hour or so.”

Opening my eyes, I notice that Marcellus is sitting over a plate of ham & eggs, with a book in his hands, while Silas is helping me up.

“I did not complain for an hour,” Silas argues, wiping the dust off his pants.

The tension in my body doesn’t seem to subside, although neither of the two men seems to want to beat me. “I… I am sorry,” I whisper towards Silas.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a smile. “Marcellus is right. It’s my own fault for leaving my shoes lying around.”

“It’syourfault?” Marcellus grins. “Did you just admit being at fault? That’s a first! May I mark that day in my calendar?”

Silas’s eyebrow starts ticking and he turns around to glare at Marcellus. I don’t really listen to their bickering, relieved that neither of them is mad at me. Silas is a vampire lord, but looks a lot less threatening than Marcellus who, like me, was an alpha’s heir. But we don’t resemble each other at all. He is tall and broad, and packed with muscles, much more like Dad was, and I am just a normal guy.

If he whipped me, he would probably send me to the infirmary for weeks.

“There are still eggs left,” Marcellus says. “Though I have eaten almost all of the bacon.” He points at his plate, where I spot some slices of bacon.

“There is really none left?” Silas blinks.

Marcellus shrugs. “You know, there is only one thing better than bacon.”

“And what’s that?” Silas asks.

Marcellus wiggles his eyebrows, making Silas groan. I’m not sure if I get what they are talking about, but I don’t dare to ask either. “I… I am fine with just eggs,” I say.

Marcellus pushes the remainder of his bacon onto my plate. “You can’t fool me. I saw you ogling my plate.”

“Wolves and their appetite,” Silas mutters. “I am done with breakfast. I can make more bacon. Just sit down and eat, Benjamin, you look pale.”

I do as he said, sitting down and grabbing my plate. My fingers tremble slightly when I grab my fork, but Marcellus briefly looks at me and fortunately doesn’t say anything. “Do we have everything, or do we need to stock up on supplies?” he asks Silas.

“The three of us are fine. However, we’ll need some supplies for the pack,” Silas says. “Last week’s rain and lack of sun slowed down the tomato harvest for the pack.”

“You meant to say for thepoven?” Marcellus says.

“Goodness,” Silas groans.

“I mean, we are a pack and a coven. Apoven! Or do you prefer cock? You know, coven and pack, together-”

“Yes, I got it!” Silas exclaims.

At that, I can’t help but laugh quietly. Silas just glares at us, trying to look annoyed while his lips tug.

“As I tried to say.” Silas takes a deep breath. “We are running out of supplies. Micah made a list.”

“Good,” Marcellus says. “I will send him and one of the warriors to drive to the next town and go shopping. We still have some leftover budget this month.”