The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 Plan for Kal

"I would not be helping you to create a playroom for him if I had thought the same. He will be let to play and relax but he must train as well. He will start when he is three. You understand that yes?" He questions.

"Three? Deimos, that is too young! He needs to learn what it means to be a pup and live that life without the pressure of his reign." I protest against his words. Pups of age three learn to read and write, not train.

"Kal is not like the other pups, mate. He needs to grow quicker than them, to fight and kill. To survive. I will not have him weak where he cannot defend himself. He is the next Alpha, he needs to be brought up as such. His title holds immense weight, he must learn to carry it with honour and pride." Deimos declares his tone strong yet his voice is soothing and soft as he explains it to me.

"Did you start training at three?"

"Yes. My father was quite strict. I had to be perfect. The training starts easy and it grows harder with time. I will train him just as I train you. You shall train him as well with the knowledge you possess that I do not. Our duty is to protect him, to raise him into the best version of himself." He says whilst sinking the paintbrushes into the water allowing the bristles to soften.

Kneeling upon the ground I help him with the task. "I understand." Is all I say to him. I am simply not submitting to his words rather I acknowledge where he is coming from. It is the way of life and I trust him on this. I trust him with Kal.

"You remind me of my mother, so much I am baffled sometimes." A sudden chuckle leaves his lips with a shake of his head. My eyes widen as I peer up at him, his words catch me off guard.

"How so?"

"She was strong and determined as you. She was a warrior, she wielded her power with honour and wolves looked up to her. She also had my father wrapped around her finger. She would have been so proud of you perhaps even guided me on the right path when I claimed you. She would have advised me that what I did to you was not the way you treat your moon blessed." He speaks slowly voice tight and low as if he were ashamed to face me. His eyes do not meet mine no matter how much I search for them. This adds to the weight of his guilt, his shoulders sag with defeat.

"I do not have you wrapped around my finger." Perhaps that may be the difference between his mother and me.

"You do not even know it but you do. I cannot escape you." He whispers whilst standing up to lift his jeans that do not sit well on his hips. "How about we paint the night sky? With the moon and the stars?" He questions quickly changing the topic, he has spoken his truth it does not necessarily mean my reaction to it is required.

"The night sky?"

"Indeed. When Kal sleeps in here he can feel as though he were one with nature something that he can keep throughout his growth." Deimos says with a gentle smile as he visualizes his male resting here. He visualizes where and what furniture he could arrange to make sure his male is content, safe and comfortable.

I look towards the paint tins, we have the basic colours necessary to paint it. "Perhaps add some black or green coloured trees at the bottom?" I ask giving him my opinion. The trees shall add to the presence of nature.

His eyes light up to my idea, he respects it. He likes it. "Shall we start with the darkness of the night then? You start from the right, I shall start from the left. Let us meet in the middle." He utters whilst picking up a few paintbrushes and handing them to me. He walks over to the tin and dips one into the black paint.

Turning around he begins with the first slash of paint upon the white wall, the story has merely begun. I look through the different brushes in my hand, I need a place to keep these near me so I can acquire them with ease.

My eyes find the back pocket of his jeans, it seems quite spacious to me and he is close within reach. I watch the way he hums a soft tune whilst his hips move side to side as he paints the wall innocently. Makes me want to take a bite. Shifting closer to him I thrust the brushes into his right back pocket patting his bum letting them settle within the pocket’s bounds. He startles and stops instantly eyes widening emeralds radiant as he regards me. He seems to be speechless by my action.

I shrug shamelessly for I had just groped him and gotten a feel of his assets. "It was the only place I could think of." I lie through my teeth hiding the wicked smile that wishes to show itself to him. I begin to join him by his side as though I had committed no harm. I am a female, after all, if he blatantly sways his hips in front of my eyes, I will be called to fondle the most prominent part of his body that catches my eye.

He tries to hide his laughter as he clears his throat and continues with the task at hand. We spend a good few solid hours enjoying the serenity of the place. The silence between us was comfortable and peaceful. There was no awkwardness or discomfort, I enjoyed it. He even played music from his phone for some time until his battery died.

I succumbed to his beauty when the sun rose and highlighted the side of his face with its radiant rays. He looked breathtaking to me. His emeralds shone brighter than ever and captured me within its spell. He was ignorant to the way I gazed at him, his attention on finishing at least half of the wall by noon. So I took advantage of it, to engrave his features within the depth of my mind.

When noon did come around we had indeed finished two halves on each side the middle still ghostly white. "Are you hungry, my female?" He asks whilst standing on his tiptoes to reach the edge at the head of the wall. My eyes find the way his shirt rises to bare his flesh to me. I shall acknowledge it, I am craving him. I should have asked him to remove his shirt, making up a stupid reason for it. He would have believed me anyway and abided by my wishes. Perhaps that way I could have enjoyed our painting session even more.

"Yes." I answer him waiting for his eyes to meet mine.

The tip of his tongue seeps out his lips as a sign of how engrossed he is with the chore. I think he is truly enjoying himself. "The females made us some chicken stew and bread. It is in the refrigerator, would you mind heating it for us?" He asks diving down back on his heels peering straight at me. There are no more white spots left at the edges, he has stained them all with perfection.

I give him a nod in acceptance as a deep frown washes over his face and he takes a curt step towards me. "What? What is it?" I move back with a stumble, eyes unwavering from his. Why does it seem to me he possesses the eyes of a predator? My heart picks up pace as my tongue slips out to lick my lower lip with anticipation.

His arm reaches forward towards me, palms hold my face gently. A soft titter leaves his lips as his thumb wipes the side of my cheek. What does this male find amusing?