The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Epilogue 1: Are You Not Tired?-Part two

"Yes. Go put your shoes on." He instructs and our male is keen to pay heed to his words sprinting towards the shoe shelf taking a pair and putting them on. "We shall return soon; it will not take long." He utters towards me whilst offering his hand for me to take.

"Will it be just us?"

"Yes, it will be just the three of us. Kal will not train with the rest until he proves his skills to me. It will be a little troublesome for him but I know he can do it." Deimos declares as he tugs open the door to free the wild little beast eager to breathe in nature’s scent.

He leaps forward as fast as his two minute limbs take him skipping over stones playing a game on his own. Kal doesn’t go far staying in close range to us, Deimos has trained him in a way that he does not cross boundaries and head towards the unsafe zones. Pups are quite curious creatures and the sight of birds or the scent of other animals with teeth invite them pulling them unknowingly from the pack lands where they are either eaten or killed.

Many packs suffer the loss of their pups this way, we did not wish to reap this risk so when he turned two Deimos revealed to him why he mustn’t leave the borders. It was a hard lesson where Kal had to witness the death of a baby bird devoured by a snake. He had nightmares for a few nights laying amid his father and me weeping softly for a few hours. But it was worth it for it was another lesson learnt.

Deimos guides us into one of our empty warehouses, we never used it for storage due to its open roof and during summers the food we tried to preserve here spoiled to the heavy rays. My eyes find several pieces of equipment installed in order. Mats, boxing gloves, arrows and targets. Everything one would need to train and exercise. Deimos has planned this place very well; he has been doing so for over a year. Kal shall have everything he needs.

Moreover, he refurbished the place making it more protected. There is a roof over our heads and manifold windows above that enables plenty of light to flow through. Along with the equipment lies a table of packeted snacks for the little one and a tub of filtered water. There are even chairs for those who wish to sit and view the training. I smile tenderly as I find a wooden chair with ’Mama’ carved on it, it is the closest one to the centre of the room where the two males shall spar. I had my seat; Deimos is the most beloved with his thoughtfulness. No wonder he requested for me to come to watch.

"Kal."

"Yes, papa?" The little one who is fumbling with all the distinct items halts to turn around and engage in his father’s call.

"Come stand on this mat in front of me." He says the playfulness departing replaced by calmness as he regards his male. He is not a father now; he is a mentor.

The little one toddles to his father and stands in front of him peeping up at him from beneath his lashes. "What awe we doing, papa?"

"We are going to play a game. It is a game called ’copycat’." Deimos utters whilst stretching his limbs and hopping on the pads of his feet warming up his flesh.

"How I play?"

"All you need to do is follow my movements, Kal. Just imitate me. If you do so adequately I shall reward you with a treat, if you do not do it thoroughly no gelato tonight." Deimos mutters initiating the training with a hint of a delicious promise whilst bending low and getting into a war stance.

"I can do it, papa." Kal’s eyes gleam with determination, the promise of a treat fueling his vigour.

"Good. Now, feet apart the right placed ahead of the left. Bring your hands in front of your face, like this." Deimos shows him and waits patiently for the little one to heed. It does take time for Kal to imprint his father’s position and mimic him but eventually, he ends up copying it well.

"Mama. See. See." He grins wildly exaggeratedly puffing his chest showing me his pride in his accomplishment.

"I am watching, my male." I chuckle with a shake of my head. He requires me to watch him do everything, like dancing, catching a butterfly or brushing his teeth on his own.

"Now try to hit me."

"Hit papa?" He asks worriedly as Deimos clutches his petite fists and settles them against his belly.

"Yes hit me here as strong as you can."

"I-I don’t want to. Is wong. Papa pain." He murmurs feebly taking a firm step backwards with a shake of his head. He finds it to be sinful, his idea of ethics amuses me but it is also undeniably cute to witness.

"No, I won’t get injured, little one. We are merely playing a game." Deimos urges Kal to follow along whilst placing his large palms upon his knees bending low meeting eye to eye with the pup yet he does not budge an inch staying strong to his words.

"No." He is stubborn as always. Like father, like son. Deimos sighs whilst he rises to reach my eyes offering me a sharp wink bestowing to me his cunning plan to stimulate the pup to abide.

"Lumina, we still possess Kal’s favourite chocolate ice cream in the freezer yes? Since he is being defiant we shall give his treat to Ragon instead."

Our male’s orbs widen to his father’s statement as he sways his head in denial of the truth that settles in. "No, Uncle Agon always eat my ice ceam. It is mine!" He whines pulling on the rim of Deimos’s shirt vigorously depicting his rage. It is true, Ragon does purposely steal his treats from our fridge while Kal is watching just to tease him and then he would dart around the field with an irritated three-year-old hot on his heels.

"Then you do as I say, do you understand?" Kal nods staying in position eyes peering down at his feet. "I need words."

"Yes, papa." He grumbles lowering his head covering how upset he is to assault his father whom he adores a lot.

"Now hit me, right here. Or I shall permit Ragon to steal your cone." Deimos threatens playfully positioning himself into another posture adapting to take his hit.

Kal raises his fist punching his father in the spot directed to him, and Deimos shakes his head in dissatisfaction. "Harder." He yells as the little one recoils to the loudness of his father’s voice and attempts another hit.

"Come on Kal, use your strength." I urge him from the side softly easing his fur that is ruffled to his father’s coaching.

Our pup takes a few steps backwards and flings another strike towards his father’s belly. This time Deimos dodges his advance to skid to the other side and startle Kal by pushing him mildly from the back.

He loses his balance and stumbles to the ground, his knees breaking his descent. I gaze away, I cannot support him. I mustn’t.