-Joseph-
“Again,” I demand of Peter as he climbs onto the ground.
“What?” he asks.
“You heard me,” I tell him with a nod. “Climb the tree again.”
“Why?” he asks, putting his hands on his hips.
I grab his face roughly enough to scare him, but not to hurt him, as my claws extend and graze his skin. It’s a reminder to him that even if he’s the heir, I’m still the king. “Because you disrespected my mate.”
“She’s my mom,” he defends himself weakly.
I release him, but still let my claws stay so he can see them. “That makes it worse, Peter. I don’t care if you’re going to be king someday. Your mother has done so much for you. You will not continue to disrespect her. Climb the damn tree again and be grateful I’m not punishing you in front of everyone here.”
Peter sighs before h
