A flock of betas surrounded Don, but his height made him stand out. Pompous, full of himself, jerk. Of course, all this attention was the worst thing for him. For me rather…his big head was probably being blown to even larger proportions.
“And he’s an asshole?” Shamar’s voice turned bitter. Alphonse seemed to be the only one impressed and showing active interest. Both Lucian and Shamar scowled at Don.
“Big time. I fucking hate him.”
“Does he?” Shamar looked away, sadness in his tone. His feelings confused me. “Force himself on you?”
“What the hell, Shamar?” Lucian glared at him. “Don’t say disgusting stuff. As if I want to think of gross werewolves like that. No offense, Fern…”
I shrugged. I wasn’t offended. I didn’t like to think about vampires having sex, either.
Don spotted me and maneuvered the betas out of his way, heading in my direction. I was even more pissed at him. Took him long enough to stop flirting with all those betas. What did he think this was anyway? Did he think he could have me and other slices of ass on the side? Hell, no.
“Fern.” Heads turned in my direction when Don directed his voice at me.
Alphonse sucked in a breath. “He e-even sounds hands-handsome.”
“Whatever, I’m outta here.” Lucian walked off without looking back. But walking for Lucian looked more like gliding with his back straight as if he had something stuck up his ass.
“Wait! Lucian!” Alphonse turned to us. “S-sorry, guys, gotta go. I’ll talk ta you later, o-okay?”
“Yeah, all right.” I wanted to take off with them, but that jerk would chase me down.
“What are you doing here?” I glared all the hatred I could muster at him when he stopped in front of me. “Thought you had tryouts today?”
“I’d almost think you’d listened to my schedule.” He gave a wry smile. “But nah, they’re not for another few hours.”
“So shouldn’t you be practicing? And literally anywhere else besides here?”
“You left without a word this morning, so I thought I would swing by since I have some free time. After all,” he leaned in close, and his voice tickled the soft fur on my ear, “you’re my beta now.”
I knew what he was implying. Yeah, right! We were at my high school, not some sleazy club where he could take me into the back and do what he liked with me.
His hand hovered near my face before I slapped it away. “Not yet; we still got two more Offerings.”
“Right!” Shamar said. “So you can’t just come into his life and try and change it.” An ever-faithful friend, I could always count on Shamar to help me out.
“Zombie, huh?” Don cleaned his ear with his pinky finger. “I don’t feel like dealing with yet another brat, so try to be good.”
“I’ll hex you if you don’t leave him alone!” While Shamar wasn’t particularly good at hexes and spells, he was learning from his grandmother, a highly-skilled Voodoo witchdoctor. Voodoo shamans and witchdoctors dominated the hexes and spells industry because they worked and could be quite effective. At some point, even Don would have to quiver.
Ignoring Shamar completely, Don grabbed my hand.
I tried to fight him. “You’re such a jerk!”
He tugged me against his chest, whispering into my ear. “Do you want me to submit you right here? I don’t have to wait until we’re alone. So, unless you want your entire school to see you taking it, like my needy,”—he nibbled the tip of my pointy ear, accenting each word—“little,” —“beta,” even in wereduin form, his canines still pricked, “then I suggest you follow.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stuff down my frustration. He’d make good on his threat. Asshole. It looked like I had no choice but to give in to his perverted demands, and at my school of all places.
“Sorry, Shamar, I’ll have to catch up with you at lunch.”
Shamar looked ready to fight on my behalf. But I waved him off since Don was already snarling. He could easily hurt my friend, and I couldn’t allow that.
Leading me into the bathroom, Don glared at two students. “Get out.”
The boys, both zombies, took off at a brisk pace. When they were gone, Don bolted the door.
“You can’t just lock it.” I already felt my body responding as if Don were touching me. “What if others need to come in here?”
He stalked toward me like the predator he was. I slowly stepped back. When I bumped the sink, his lips twisted into a smirk.
“Nowhere to go, my little pup?”
I swallowed. “Le-Leave me alone.”
Don shook his head. “You are never to leave the house without coming to me first.” He caught me in his strong arms, lifting me up to sit on the sink counter. “I need to stick my cock inside you first.”
A whimper escaped my lips. He nuzzled my neck, tilting it to the side and up toward the ceiling. He nosed my black scarf until he found my skin and ran his fangs along my neck, nipping me, sucking, and kissing. I knew what he planned on doing. Digging my claws into his shoulders, I weakly tried to struggle, but I needed my werewolf claws to break his skin, so I had no way to fight him off. His fangs bore into my exposed claim mark, reopening it, making it more defined.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” Don sank his fangs even deeper as he spoke through clenched jaws. “Breaking you in. Making you mine. Owning you. Right here at your school.”
He tugged my shorts down to my ankles until they dangled off one of my legs. He must have been using some influence on me today since it was extremely hard to fight him. But maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe I didn’t want to put up much of a struggle. Not because I enjoyed it or accepted him by any means, but I didn’t want to make too much noise. I didn’t want people at my school to see me humiliated in this way.
“Let this be a lesson to you the next time you leave the house without my permission.” He yanked off my underwear and angled me to his cock and plunged into my ass. I thought it would hurt, but to my embarrassment, I was so wet inside, juices dripped down my thighs. He growled. “Look at how wet you are. At how much your body was craving this. It belongs to me now.” He leered at my hard cock that pressed into his stomach. “Even here,” he grabbed my shaft, pumping it. “You are so hard for me. Admit it, my little Fern, I own your body, if not your heart.”
He moved inside me with deep thrusts, forceful, pushing me up against the counter. “This isn’t enough.” His voice sounded distracted or preoccupied before he lifted me. Still buried inside my ass, he took me up against the wall. He pinned my wrists above my head with a strong hand while his other one held me up. The new position allowed him to pump feverishly into me. I gasped, crying out in wanton desire. It felt too amazing. But it also trapped me. I should have known better, but this moment made me realize how fucked I truly was in this situation. How most likely I would end up having him for a mate and have his cock inside me whenever he chose. As he ravished me in the school bathroom, the realization finally set in.
He worked my body like putty in his hand. I couldn’t believe how deep he could get inside me or how hard he was. Knots grew inside his cock and rubbed against my inner walls until they had completely plugged up my ass. Despite the knots, he came so much inside me that it streamed down his cock.
“I plan on doing this to you every morning. Where you choose to take it is up to you. But know this, I will have my cock inside you, nailing you to the bed, every morning, or I will come and find you.” Tears from the overwhelming sensations spilled down my cheeks. “And then I will fuck you against anything I like. Next time, I will bend you over your own desk and let the entire class see you take it up the ass.”
I nodded weakly, saliva spilling from my parted lips. As it ran down my chin, he licked it off. Pleasure from his thrusts drew me to a state of euphoria like he invaded my body and soul until I was utterly consumed by him. At that moment, I would let him do anything to me, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him. My body worshiped him. Deep in
side me, my mind rebelled, still not wanting to surrender. But right then, he had all the power, and he lorded it over me, making me feel claimed, owned, devoured by his appetite.
“I didn’t hear you, beta,” his voice, rough and needy, whispered into my ear. “Who will be fucking you every morning?” I didn’t want to answer him. He found a different angle and fucked me harder, and the pleasure ripped even louder cries from me. I didn’t want my entire school hearing me taking it like his good little pup-maker, even though he had made me into one—one he planned on breeding soon as the law gave him ownership of me.
“Y-You.”
“Where will my cock be every morning?”
“In m-me.” I could barely think over the intense sensations. I threw my head back against the wall, exposing my throat. He attacked my neck with forceful strokes of his tongue, staking his claim on me, making me yield. “I’ll ne-never…”
“Never what?”
“Ne-Never do this again…”
“Good.” He licked from my open mouth to my chin, trailing down my neck until he found the claim mark. This time when he sank down, I had to bite my lip to stifle my cries. This would certainly teach me not to evade him in the mornings. I had no doubt he would make good on his threat and fuck me inside my classroom. Whether they disapproved or not, the teachers would not be able to stop him. As his beta, he could fuck me anywhere he chose, especially when the Offering was going on.
Fangs never leaving my claim mark, he continued to fuck me until I spilled my cum all over his stomach.
Shamar was the first of my friends to arrive at our lunch table. His expression warred between worried and angry. His pale lips stretched across abnormally straight, white teeth. He’d look scary if I hadn’t known him for years.
“He raped you, didn’t he?”
That felt like a slap to the face. It wasn’t like I wanted that broadcasted, nor did I want to talk about this with friends.
“Well, fuck you, too,” I said in what could have been a greeting.
Shamar sighed. “You know what I mean. I’m not trying to take out my anger on you. It’s just, this is so frustrating. I don’t know what to do with these feelings!” Shamar wasn’t one to hold back what he thought or felt. His animated voice held a faint scratchy sound. Whenever he worked himself up and talked too much, he sounded like there was something grainy scratching the back of his throat.
“Calm down, will yah. Geez, I’m the one actually having to deal with this jerk, and you’re the one freaking out?” Taking a seat across from him, I opened my lunch box. I was planning to buy lunch or go on a hunger strike since I didn’t have any ules to pay for it, but Don had brought it to me. At least that hadn’t been his only reason for coming to my school. Normally, Papa would make my lunch. I missed that. It made me feel homesick. Being a beta sucked.
Don’s lunch actually looked pretty tasty. I would’ve rather thrown it in his face, but my stomach didn’t agree, already grumbling loudly. Wereduin needed to eat more calories to maintain forms. Without the extra energy, we’d regress back into worgs. I guess I took the amount of effort it required to stay in wereduin form for granted, as I’d been able to shift since puphood. For us, it was the equivalent of humans learning to walk. I worried about tiring in werewolf form, though. Hopefully, that would change with time, like it did after learning to shift as a pup.
“Thought you weren’t able to stay with your Papa anymore?” Shamar probably referred to the homemade lunch I’d brought in.
“Yeah…looks like assaulting me wasn’t the only reason that jerk came by.”
“I wouldn’t eat it.”
“Easy for you to say, I’m starving.”
“You don’t know what he put in it. Maybe it’s more of that mind-controlling thing you guys do?”
I sniffed it. “Doesn’t smell like it.”
“Here?” He offered me what looked like a crispy chicken finger, only I knew better. “This is amazing, once you look past what it is.”
I shook my head when Alphonse’s voice came from over my shoulder. “Like he wants ta-ta-to eat human fingers? He’s a werewolf, and they-they used to be hu-human once.” That was a theory, but it had never been proven—and certainly not what we believed—although humans liked to link every race’s origin back to them.
Shamar took his chicken fingers away. “You wouldn’t be the one eating it, so what do you care?”
Alphonse and Shamar had a rocky relationship. This was made stronger by the fact that Shamar, as a zombie, ate human parts. It wasn’t always human flesh, but it still made Alphonse queasy. Thankfully, Shamar hadn’t yet come of age. In the zombie world, in the final rite of passage into adulthood, zombies went as a horde to attack humans for their brains. Shamar had said he would never participate in that, especially since he knew Alphonse.
Of course, the humans were little better. Maybe they just needed something to hunt since they still officially called themselves Hunters, even after making nice with vampires. They’d have to be out of their fucking minds to try and hunt alpha werewolves, so zombies seemed to be their new targets. The only way civilization didn’t crumble was because both races could only act on their animosity during rituals and stuff, which was why you didn’t see human and zombie students fighting in the halls. Thankfully, though, it seemed like among us younger people, we didn’t share the same beef against each other as our parents did, so maybe both sides were on the mend toward reconciliation once the old farts kicked off. But knowing human arrogance and zombie appetites that might be a tall order, even for the next generation.
“You don’t have to rub it in his face, though.” Lucian resembled a bulldog ready to defend its master with how he crouched beside Alphonse.
“Okay, okay, guys.” I threw my hands up to draw their attention and prevent what could turn into a fight. The distraction worked, and Shamar was back to being the concerned best friend. A look of compassion crossed his face.
“S-so-so, what did hap-pen?” Alphonse also took the bait and no longer looked like he wanted to throw up or run away crying. Lucian took longer to return to normal. He got super protective when it came to Alphonse, but then again, they were best friends.
I sighed, wishing I hadn’t stolen the spotlight. What was I thinking? I didn’t want to divulge any of this embarrassing information. It was humiliating enough. “I really fucking hate him. Wish his stupid spawn tryouts didn’t start so fucking late, then he wouldn’t have been able to—”
“Wa-Wait! He’s a spawn player?” Alphonse’s eyes almost bulged out of his head. Of all of my friends, only he followed the sport. Basically, he fell off the grid when it was playoff season—much to everyone’s frustration, particularly Lucian.
“Yeah, he’s trying to go pro.” I scoffed. “Like he needs a bigger head than he’s already got.”
I didn’t know anything about spawn until I got with Don, as sports had never been my scene. It was basically a giant capture the flag game that involved two teams and a lot of fighting. I actively tried to avoid anything spawn related.
“I know bu-but-but spawn?” Alphonse rubbed his hands together, his eyes looking even brighter. “What team?”
Not like I paid much attention. I shrugged. “I don’t know, something fury…”
“Iron Furies? Like the Iron Furies?”
I rolled my eyes. “What does that even matter? It’s a stupid sport anyway.”
Alphonse looked so happy, like he had died and was now dining with the Gods in the Moon Vale. “I can’t be-believe-believe it. Wow!”
“So?” Lucian grumbled. “Big deal. He plays spawn. Not like you need brains for that—”
“Ah, man!” Alphonse grinned widely, talking over Lucian. “Now I wish I’d stayed to get an autograph.”
“Well, he hasn’t made it yet, so cool your balls, Alphonse.” I scowled and started to play with the food he’d made me. It was a tuna salad sandwich, truffled potatoes, carrots, and dessert—a mini chocolate cake that made me
hope it contained a creamy center by the swirl of frosting on the top.
“Still, it’s the fu-fuck-fucking Furies we’re talking about!” As he scanned the items in my lunchbox, Alphonse’s eyes lit up even more. “He-He-He made all of this? Looks tasty! Hot lunch su-sucks today.”
“Sure, have some, I guess.” I gave one of my sandwich slices to him and traded it for some spicy boar-wings.
“Holy shit, this is-this is good!” Alphonse eagerly talked with his mouthful.
Next to him, Lucian sipped his drink, a sour expression still on his face. He usually brought in a shake—this one a fancy mixed drink called Bloody Mary—even though they served O-positive blood drinks in the lunch line. He thought school lunch was beneath him—typical vampire.
“Al?” A noticeable pout entered Lucian’s voice until he got Alphonse to look over. He rubbed his face in Alphonse’s shoulder. “Since you’re having that, think you’ll be strong enough today?”
Alphonse smiled. He brushed his auburn ponytail off to the side. Some of his long, dyed-black bangs had slipped free and framed his face. He tugged down his oversized collar, revealing his neck—his family’s dress code demanded that every shirt have collars that, when straightened, covered up to their ears. I had learned this information when I spent the day with them. When they all wore similar clothing, I had to ask him what the heck was going on. He said it had served as a line of defense against vampires back when the two races hated each other, and the custom never went away.
“Sure, I don’t mind.” Now visible, Alphonse’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. It stuck out more when he slouched his neck.
Lucian licked his forked tongue over the spot he intended to drink from on Alphonse’s neck. Then his fangs broke the skin. Normally, their typical behavior went by unnoticed, but my own bite mark ached beneath the scarf that hid it. Tiny thrills danced up and down my spine as I recalled the pleasure of Don’s fangs entering me. Shaking my head, I was filled with self-loathing. Why did I even have to like it anyway? Why couldn’t I only get those thoughts that hated everything Don-related? It really did suck to be a beta.
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