Chapter Eleven

Sam

“Frankly they give me the creeps,” I whispered in Troye’s ear, nodding my head towards Dallas and his mate who refused to learn the English language. Troye looked up from his phone and glanced in their direction. A distasteful look appeared on his face for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to whomever he was texting.

“Everyone gives you the creeps, Sam.”

I shrugged then glanced back over at my alpha. Dallas and Colette were standing against his locker, both of them surveying the hallway on high alert. They held the same tall, confident stance and facial expressions that would certainly not win any beauty contests.

They practically radiated power. No one ever looked them in the eyes. Kids would go out of their way to avoid them in the hallways, but on the unfortunate occasion they did run into the alpha couple, they kept their eyes trained on the floor and ran like hell.

It didn’t used to be like this. Dallas would smile and we actually had friends, but ever since Colette showed up no one will talk to us anymore. Not that Dallas could be bothered with “such trivial high school matters” anyways, but personally I would like to associate with people outside the pack. This man has gotta find his mate.

I looked down at Troye, who was still focused on his phone. My heart ached at the sight of him. Ever since initiation last week, Dallas has spent all his time taking Colette on dates to “get to know her better” before he does the dirty deed and claims her for life. To be honest I think he’s putting it off for some reason—werewolves tend to meet then mate directly in that order. We don’t waste any time getting things done in the bedroom if you catch my drift. It’s who we are. We were made this way, and for some reason Dallas is completely disregarding that fact.

Troye doesn’t want to admit it, but he misses Dallas even though it’s only been a week. I can see it in the way he looks at he two of them standing there, sharing secrets together. It kills him. Him and Dallas were inseparable and with just one look he was dropped and left to fend for himself. I’m sure Dallas doesn’t mean it that way, but Troye certainly thinks he does.

The smell of cinnamon entered my nose as Issac walked up to Troye and I. What was it with teenage boys and their addiction to smelling like the inside of my mother’s spice cabinet?

“Hey Troye, hey Sam,” I looked up and nodded. He had been hanging around Troye more often lately. I guess Troye needed someone to talk to after the whole Dallas-Colette thing happened.

Troye looked up at Issac, smiling, and began to talk animatedly about the current season of Lost he was watching on Netflix. Issac’s eyes flashed as Troye spoke, trying to take everything in.

Sam get over here. We have a prospect.  Dallas’ determined wolf entered my mind and I groaned. Not again.

All week I’ve been getting these kids to “check out” because Dallas thinks they could be dangerous, when in reality they were just drugged up students.

It all started when we caught the rogue on our territory. We held him in captivity, performing all means necessary to get him to talk about his business on our land and who he was working with. Except he never complied, just laughed manically and whispered “watch out” over and over again until Danny had to punch him in the face so he would shut up.

Now Mr. and Mrs. Alpha were consistently on watch, trying to detect anyone who could be working with the rogue and could provide some answers. But it was to no avail.

I hurried over anyways, always eager for action. Colette stalked off as soon as I arrived, mumbling some French shit I didn’t have time for. So I looked up at Dallas waiting for his orders, but his eyes were latched onto something behind me. I didn’t even have to look to know they were focused on Troye and Issac judging by the raw emotion shining through his eyes that I haven’t seen in days.

“Dallas…?” I questioned uneasily, ready to run if Dallas’ wolf decided to make an appearance.

But it didn’t.

He slowly tore his eyes away and looked down at me, hurt etched on his face.

“Aw, he does have emotions after all! Who would have guessed?” I poked him in the stomach as a friendly gesture, trying to get him to loosen up or at least take his anger out on me instead of harmless Issac.

Dallas shook his head, clearly upset.

“Not in the mood Sam. I need to focus. On work. I need to focus on work,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “There’s a guy standing at the end of the hallway. He's got pale skin, dark hair, a long black coat, and his aura practically screams rapist. I need you to tail him. And don’t pass this one of to one of the boys, I need my best on this guy and you are my best.”

I straightened my shoulders and grinned. I took pride in my work and did everything extremely precisely—just how Dallas liked things done.

Sir yes sir, I said internally then quickly grabbed my bag and headed towards our guy.

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Troye

Nothing ever happened with Issac and I that night. I had this crazy idea that if I rejected Issac, I would go home to Dallas who would pick me up and kiss me, thanking me for choosing him and he we could live happily ever after.

What a joke.

Dallas is so oblivious to it all, too. I mean the first part of my little fantasy did actually happen. He wrapped me up in his arms when I got home and more or less told me I was the reason for his happiness. But then we get inside and he made some bullshit comment about our Alpha-Omega bond and how he was “so lucky to have a pup like me.”

That’s all I was to him—a pup. And he couldn’t get it through his strangely thick skull that he meant the world to me. He would never understand that during those hugs and late nights I was falling in love with him and he was just too dense to notice. And there was nothing I could do about it. All thanks to Colette.

So here I am now, standing in front of Issac’s locker watching him pack up his backpack for the day. His muscles tightened under his pale skin as he struggled with his history textbook. He was ranting about who knows what, just like he tends to do. He looked up at me with a glint in his eye, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

And I’d be lying if I said we weren’t going back to his house to make out until my heart was so numb that the pain I felt every time I looked at Dallas seemed like the best thing on earth.

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Dallas

“Dallees! Are you even listening to moi?!” Collette snapped her bony fingers in front of my face trying to attract my attention to her—yet again.

I ripped my eyes away from the scene unfolding across the hallway. Issac had been grinning seductively at Troye as they stood together at his locker, ready to leave for the day.

“Sorry Col, what was that?” Right as I focused my attention back on her, she whipped her neck around eager to see what I was locking at so intently. She scoffed and then turned back to me, most definitely pissed.

“Sorry? Sorry does not make up for ze fact you have a crush on your own brother! And an omega at zhat,” she sneered at the end, showing her obvious dislike for wolves like Troye.

I slammed my locker right in front of Colette’s face, causing her to jump and squeal.

 I was pissed, to say the least.

“How dare you think that way about Troye?! He didn’t choose to be an omega! Who would? He makes the best of it and you should be applauding him instead of acting like he’s less than dirt,” I felt my eyes fluttering, getting ready for a change. “Damnit Colette!”

I was so done with the way she’s been acting lately—like she’s above everything here. Its been infuriating and I’ve nearly transformed in school more times than I can count. How dare she come into my life and then proceed to criticize everything about it? Aren’t mates supposed to love each other? Support each other?

“Dallees, se détendre. Relax. I am just concerned,” she rubbed her hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me, but it just wasn’t doing anything for me.

“Concerned about what, Colette? My brother? He has nothing to do with you. Leave him alone and get over yourself.”

She raised her eyebrows at me in response, as if to say “Really? You’re going to talk to me zhat way?”  I shook my head in disbelief and then started walking towards the doors to the senior car lot, eager to escape this madness.

She placed a hand on my shoulder, indicating I should stop walking. I complied, eager to see what plan she would come up with to piss me off next.

“And Dallees, considering ze fact that you did not deny my accusation about you and ze omega, I would like to remind you once again—and hopefully for ze last time—zhat I do not share my men.”

I gulped, scared shitless.

Colette stormed ahead of me, but made sure to grab a strong hold on my wrist as she went. I scoffed, but went along with it. I started looking around the hall to make sure no one had seen me in my act of submission when my eyes met Troye’s. He gave me a small smile and a tentative wave that warmed even the deepest corners of my heart. A huge grin found its way on my face as I waved back at him. I kept my gaze on him as Colette dragged me through the door, both of us smiling and waving like idiots, savoring the contact we’ve missed so much this week.

We drove back to Colette’s rental home in silence. My palms were sweating all over the steering wheel at the thought of what we were going to do once we got there. Colette had been practically begging me to claim her these last couple days. She just wants the power that comes with me, and I just want to get the whole thing over with. Mate or not this chick constantly pushed my buttons and after tonight she’d have one less button to push.

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I cleared my throat awkwardly as I looked down at her. She had draped herself across her bright red sheets, wearing nothing but black lacy underwear. She lifted a finger beckoning for me to come closer. I willingly complied and climbed the bed, straddling a half naked Colette.

I felt my heart rate jump as a mental image of myself biting her neck ran through my mind. Claiming was weird. It made me feel like a vampire. Technically you had to be having sex in order for the claiming process to completely work, but at the way I was feeling, I couldn’t even think about shoving my penis inside her without wanting to vomit.

I was just nervous. Nerves. That’s all it is. So I took a deep breath and descended onto her lips. She hungrily responded, practically shoving her tongue down my throat the second our lips met. She delved deeper, exploring my mouth with a dominance I did not like.

Growling, I pushed her shoulders down on the bed, then began to fight for my rightful dominance in her mouth. My tongue ran over lips seductively then plunged into her mouth, ready to put her back in her place.

Surprisingly she complied, going along with whatever I was doing to her mouth, which seemed pretty random to me. Her cool hands ran along my abs underneath my shirt. Guess that’s gotta come off. I briefly pulled away from her mouth to free myself from the confines of my clothing. I tossed the shirt aside and found her mouth again, savoring the dominance I had over her.

But it was short lived. She had already undone the button to my pants and had one hand down my boxers rubbing my member. It was a weird sensation. Her hands were clammy and her nails were sharp, sending stabs of pain through me. Instead of the familiar rushing of blood to my heated groin, a frown appeared on my face. What the hell is going on?

Colette kept rubbing me, waiting for a reaction, but it just wasn’t coming. Did I need Viagra or something? Was I medically inclined? Did I need a doctor? I groaned at the thought, but Colette had mistaken it as a groan of pleasure and proceeded to shove another hand down my pants. After a couple seconds, she pulled away from my kiss and stared at me, dumbfounded.

“Dallees, you are not even hard,” she snapped at me, clearly feeling inferior. I shrugged.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” I responded.

She searched my face for a minute, then her eyes lit up.

“I will do ze.. ze..” she glanced at me, obviously looking for an American word she didn’t know. I shrugged again, at a loss for what she was talking about.

“Ze penis and ze mouth! Zhat one!” She said excitedly, making obscene gestures at my penis and her face—which I burst out laughing at. She was trying to offer a blowjob.

She slapped my arm, clearly annoyed. But I didn’t get a chance to respond before the door barged open and the unmistakable gruff voice of Colette’s dad entered my ears.

“Colette? When are you go—Oh good lord, hey Dallas…didn’t know we had company over,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking everywhere but the scene unfolding on his daughters bed.

I smiled sheepishly and waved.

“Colette I need a word,” he said dryly.

“Oui papa, just a minute.” Her dad nodded his head then left, closing the door loudly behind him. I ripped Colette’s hands out of my pants and jumped off the bed.

“I didn’t know ‘papa’ was here, Colette!” I shouted, buttoning my pants and shoving my shoes on.

“He knows we are mates he does not care. Are we going to talk about ze incident with your penis Dallees?” I turned bright red. Of course she’s putting the blame on me.

“There is no issue, Colette. We’ll just do it later with more time.” I pulled on my shirt then turned to face her. She was pouting.

“Fine Dallees. And.. are you going home right away?”

My brows furrowed. Why did she care?

“No.. I have to stop at the pack house first. Why?”

“No reason,” she jumped off the bed and tied a bright red bathrobe around her waist, then opened her bedroom door for me. We said our goodbyes and I left--significantly more confused than I was on the first day of algebra.

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Troye

I pulled into my driveway full of regret. I should have just gone to Issac’s. I should have drowned my sorrows in his lips like I planned to, instead of caving after seeing Dallas so excited to see me, smiling and waving like a love struck fool. I slammed my hand against the steering wheel, angry at the world. At least I got a new book and a cup of starbucks on the way home.

Just as I was getting out of my Jeep, an unfamiliar VW Beetle pulled up. I slammed my door and turned around just in time to see the Alpha female herself strutting up my driveway.

“Dallas isn’t here Colette,” I said in a bored tone, ignoring her presence and heading towards the front door of our home.

“I know zhat Omega. I am here to speak with you.” I turned around and raised one eyebrow. Seriously?

Curious, I walked closer to her. “What could you possibly want from me?”

A devilish smile appeared on her face, making me regret my decision to not stay at the library.

“I want you to stay away from ze alpha, no questions asked. And if you do not accept my request, I will make you. I have said it before and I will say it many times again: I do not share my men.”

And with that statement she turned on her heel, her wedges clicking on the pavement, her hips swaying along with the beat.