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“Father, please. Don’t!” Ryker whispers.
“Pick it up!”
Our father is going to beat him senseless. The knife is meaningless. It’s just an excuse for a lesson. Ryker looks at us, his eyes pleading for help. Rider and I share a glance, both knowing that intervening will only earn us a lesson as well.
“Pick it up!”
“That’s enough!” Our mother shouts as she steps in front of Ryker, who is finally gripping the knife with a trembling hand. “You’ve proven your point as both father and alpha. Now, let it go!”
“Claire, get out of the way!” he commands.
“No! I won’t let you fight our son just to prove a point!”
“That embarrassment is not my son!”
“Why? Because he kissed a boy?” she demands, her arms crossed defiantly as she locks eyes with him
Our father shakes his head in frustr
