The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 181: Chapter 181 Epilogue 1: Are You Not Tired?-Part three

"Get up, Kal." There is a deep-rooted seriousness in Deimos’s voice he isn’t playing games. A command he gives way to his male, his training has merely begun.

Our male struggles to stand amid his blurry eyes that hold his heavy tears and his quivering lips that wish to let out his0 wails. "Papa." He calls his father with upsetness, knees bleeding he does not like this but his father stands his ground not making a move to console him.

"When you are challenging other wolves, you must be aware of their next direction in which they shall attack you. Just like I did, I forced you to the ground from behind yes?" Deimos teaches leisurely circling the little one as a predator would to its prey.

However only silence greets him as the Kal strives to get back on his feet peering up at his father with new eyes. Betrayal. Deimos swallows harshly gritting his teeth to the uncomfortableness but he remains steadfast. "Do you understand or not? Get up this instant."

Kal begins to sob now to his father’s scolding, this is the very first time he has been harsh with him. He has always been the ’good’ parent. Whilst Kal holds still on his two feet, Deimos impels him once more as he shrieks in terror and tumbles to the ground.

"Deimos." I gasp springing to stand now, my chest heaving my wolf pacing she is agitated. She thinks our male is being put in harm’s way.

"When wolves drive you to the ground, you get back up and confront them. You fight them with every bit of strength you possess in your bones even if you are drowning in fear, even if you are weak and vulnerable. Your duty is to always protect for that is what it means to be an Alpha." Deimos sets forth his lesson arms folded across his chest he stares down at our male who is sprawled out upon the hard floor as violent sobs quake his body, tear-stained cheeks turn red and eyes swell to his wailing. It is not an easy sight for us as parents to witness.

"Mama." This time he summons me, aching for my touch for the comfort I can provide. He wishes to be liberated from this.

"My male," I implore Deimos a short whine parting my lips as I weep along with my pup. It pains me to see him this way. This is unmerciful.

"Sit down, Lumina. I know it is arduous but observe him, he will make you proud. The third time he falls he will show you his power." Deimos utters his voice firm and unwavering his past knowledge of this uplifting his flesh with confidence in his male.

"Look at me. Kal, Look at me." Deimos commands his male as he peeks up at him with petrified downcast eyes. "Rise. I know you are frightened but there is nothing here that shall truly harm you, I know you are a true warrior so rise, my male."

Kal nods his head meekly accepting his father’s terms as he exerts himself to stand up and remain sturdy. Once he regains his balance he peeks up at his father cautiously monitoring his every movement.

Deimos strikes him down again and he collapses tortuously. But this time he does not cry he merely exposes his blazing eyes of irritation to Deimos and stands up without the need to be ordered. Deimos smiles tenderly, his chest puffing mildly to his emerging pride.

"Good." He says with acknowledgement of his male’s evolution of antics.

Deimos orbits him once more as Kal keeps still his eyes adhered to the wall not making a single move. Deimos disguises his movements well keeping the sounds of his feet null, he walks like a ghost only to shove his male from another unpredictable direction.

Kal is alarmed of course but he does not yield, he restrains his weight on his feet for he has discovered that his father shall knock him down anytime soon. He is seeking to predict from where.

"Excellent." Deimos praises his male narrowing his globes memorising the way Kal learns. He leaves no gaps, teaching our pup with profound professionalism.

"Stop, papa," Kal demands low fierceless pup growls thundering out his chest, brilliantly wild greens showing his displeasure of his father’s ways. Deimos’s lips tilt upward as he grapples to contain his amused smile.

"Why must I? We are merely playing a game." Deimos ridicules the wee one with a comical shrug of his shoulders.

"I no like this game."

"Then make me yield, Kal for I have no intention in settling." No this is not a taunt, this an indirect act of encouragement. Deimos waits, I wait each holding our breath anticipating that he shall do what he must. For if he does do so, it functions as a sign. A sign that he can be trained with ease.

Sparkling greens glimpse at me, as I nod my head with eagerness. "Hit papa." I mouth inaudibly punching my fists into the air showing him how to.

Kal is agile to listen to me as he lunges towards his father banging his fists against his muscled belly one strike after another. He does not rest, as he throws punch after punch relentlessly.

Deimos’s eyes widen in awe of his male. "That’s it. Faster. Firmer. Make papa submit." He roars with an enthusiastic ferocity adding ammunition to his male’s shots.

"Bad papa!" Kal works to yell like his father as the three-year-old repeatedly attacks Deimos whose laughter echoes throughout the void warehouse’s walls. He stoops to pick Kal up by his waist and swirl him around expressing his pleasure.

I hasten run towards my males as Deimos unfolds his arm wide for me to snuggle into. He kisses the top of Kal’s and my head affectionately as we three cuddle against one another my mate’s arms safely wrapped around us.

"See, I told you Lumina. Our male is to not be underestimated." He chuckles.

I lift Kal’s feet scanning through his knees that bled. "Are you all right, my male? Are you in pain?" I inquire softly my lips wobbling remembering the different ways he slumped to the ground.

"He is fine, my female. A little warrior he truly is. Who wants ice cream?" Deimos queries gleefully emeralds wide and beaming with happiness.

"Me! Me! Me!" Kal boosts his tiny fist into the air bouncing within his father’s arms with his elation tranquillizing my inner war, composing a peaceful smile to descend upon my face. Our male shall be a bringer of doom.

Whilst we trekked back to the house, Deimos couldn’t retain his overwhelming spirit within him. He spoke and laughed on how Kal was better than he was and on how he knew his male wouldn’t disappoint him.

He wished to celebrate his first day of pup training, he wanted to let our pack know of Kal’s durability but I advised him to shield it from our wolves. I do not wish for anyone to think anything of my male, I want his training to be kept a mystery.