Chapter 63: A Different Story
I turned to see Gareth striding angrily down the lawn. When I noticed his narrowed eyes and the veins on his neck bulging, my stomach dropped.
Quickly, I scrambled off of Axel’s lap, almost falling on my butt.
Axel shot to his feet and helped me up.
As soon as I was steady, I let go of his hands. I murmured a quick thank you and shuffled to the side, near Michelle.
Why did Gareth look so angry? He was sneering and staring down at his nephew with rage. Sure, Gareth found Axel and me in a compromising position, but we weren’t doing anything wrong.
Wasn’t it obvious that we were sparring? I was learning new moves from a future Alpha that I could teach his daughter. It was also good for Michelle to watch two people fighting. She could see our techniques better that way.
“What the hell were you two doing?” Gareth demanded, looking between his nephew and me.
“Oh, hey there, Uncle Gareth,” Axel said, still just as laidback as ever. “Nice to—” He cut himself off, finally noticing the rage in Gareth’s expression.
The Lycan King’s hands were shaking with anger—a sure sign that he wasn’t in control of his inner wolf.
I stepped further away from Axel. The more space between us right now, the better. I glanced to see if the others were reacting. Elliot was also staring angrily at Axel, but his rage was less intimidating than Gareth’s. Isabella and Michelle were looking at their father with their heads tilted in bewilderment.
They weren’t the only ones who were confused. How could our fun sparring session turn into something this serious so quickly?