Tristan’s POV
Mrs Sawyer is such an eyesore. She looks like Mrs Trunchball from the movie Matilda only 20 pounds heavier and 2 foot shorter. No wonder her mate abandoned her after marriage.
“This kind of behaviour on school grounds is 100% inappropriate. He will need to be punished Mr Bensen. This is not the way a future Alpha should be conducting himself, the lack of self control over his wolf and himself is disgusting.” Mrs Sawyer is lecturing the most feared Alpha in Western Australia and my father looks somewhat distracted while sniffing the air looking at me.
“What is that delicious smell?” He looks at me intriguingly. “I will punish my son as I see fit Mrs Sawyer thank you for bringing his behaviour to my attention.” Father stands up, brushes his suit off and walks towards the door.
“He is now on a 10 day suspension from school which will be the same outcome for the other student involved”, Mrs Sawyer seems somewhat defeated and doesn’t rise from her seat as we leave.
“Father she’s my mate”, I stop in the middle of the hall waiting for his reaction. My wolf paces restlessly as her scent starts to fade.
Father grabs me by the collar and shoves me up against the lockers in the hallway. “I don’t care if she is f*****g Santa Claus you do not violate basic school rules and have your birth right questioned so easily. Show some self control!” he snarls. “If I get questioned about your wreckless behaviour one more time whether it be at school or at those weekend parties you organise, Ill hand the title to your f*****g sister, you’re a disgrace!”
He lets go of my collar and I drop to the floor. I quickly jump up and straighten my clothes. Father is already past the exit and heading towards the car park. I need to go find my mate.