Page 71 of Evan and the Alpha

Evan’s phapha makes a face. “Now wait a minute—”

I point a finger at him. “You attacked me yourself.” I slide my finger over to point at Evan’s omom. “You have made my mate cry.”

I look at the brothers, then back to the parents. “I will not stand for it, especially not in my own home. Normally, I’d ask you to accompany me to the battle pit, so that we might end our feud with honor, but Evan has asked me not to do that.”

Scott frowns. “Why?” he asks.

I grin, showing my teeth. “Because he’s afraid I’d disembowel all of you, and he’s probably right.”

“Oh!” Evan’s omom says. His phapha’s face turns that strange purple-red like it did last night.

“Instead,” I announce, lifting my cup, “I am merely going to banish you from my house. You find me offensive; you may go be offended elsewhere. You are no longer welcome in my house.”

“Now hang on a minute!” Evan’s phapha cries.

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” his omom cuts in.

“A misunderstanding?” I snort. “He told me you called our child a monster. If that is how you feel, then there is no welcome for you here. I will not have my mate or my child—my family—insulted.”

“We’re his family!” his phapha roars, pounding a fist on the table.

“You are not!” I thunder, rising to my feet. “You were once, but no more—he is my mate now, and he’ll see no more of you unless I allow it!” I bang my fist on the table. “Now get out! You’re trying my patience!”

They scatter, all of them, like drops across the surface of the river.