Dripping Desires: My Unexpected Mate

My favorite time of the year has finally arrived: winter. The crispness of the air carries a distinct scent, a refreshing chill that invigorated our senses. While everyone else bundles up in heavy coats and scarves to shield themselves from the biting cold, we werewolves embrace the season with ease. I slipped into a snug, slim-fit t-shirt and my favorite pair of form-fitting jeans, feeling the fabric hug my light muscular body comfortably. Alongside me were my brothers, Kevin and Keir. We were known as the triplet brothers by many, but in reality, we were Alphas of the Umbrella Pack. Our bond was unbreakable; it was rare to encounter one without the other. Beyond our secret lives as undercover werewolves, seamlessly blending into the mundane world of humans, we became a spectacle for onlookers. The moment our black wagon entered the gates of Roxborough High, curious gazes were drawn at us as if we were a captivating performance. The expressions on their faces revealed a mixture of intrigue and confusion; it was clear that they regarded us as enigmatic creatures. Our tendency to keep to ourselves, seldom participating in their gatherings or lighthearted conversations, only deepened the allure we held in their eyes. Living among them filled me with a sense of exhilaration—a thrill that came from carefully concealing our true identities while simultaneously drawing their attention and fascination. Each stolen glance and whispered conversation only intensified the delicate balance we maintained, crafting a complex, intoxicating dynamic that defined our existence in their world. Before stepping out of the car, I turned around to glance at my brothers. They were hunched over their phones, their brows furrowed in annoyance. The little sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on their faces, but they seemed oblivious to the beauty of the day. It was evident from their expressions that the thought of actually attending school today was far from appealing to them. "Let's do this, guys," I said, putting on my shades and taking a final glance at my handsome face in the little car mirror. "Pops need to know how much we are suffering going to school among these humans. Why couldn't we go to a traditional school like Paul?" implied Keir. "I think we all know the answer to that question." replied Kevin. "Irritability is your key survival mechanism." we all synchronized with a scuff and a giggle before opening the car door to embrace the deep stares as cold as the winds. "I think this is my year!" said Keir "Ouu! She is hot; if I don't fall in love with one of these babes by Christmas, consider me gay," he added. "Shut up, dumbo," responded Kevin with a look of disgust. "This evening is our pack meeting. We need to come up with a few ideas for the kid's Christmas hunt." I implied. "Did y'all see that? I think the Blondie just winked at me!" Keir exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. I shot him a glare, irritation creeping into my tone. "Could you focus?" I snapped. "By the way, thought you hated it here?" I questioned his sudden excitement. Just then, we came to an abrupt halt in the hallway. My gaze landed on a massive banner that stretched across the wall, vibrant colors catching my eye. The image was of Chloe, the school’s hottest chick, wearing a sultry Santa Claus outfit. Her playful pose advertised the upcoming Roxborough High Annual Christmas Funraiser, and I couldn't help but be momentarily captivated. The fundraiser also included a christmas eve sip and dance event that seemed to be the attention grabber. I caught myself substantially staring at the banner. Keir leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught my gaze lingering on the image. “I see the look on your face; you think she’s hot, don't you?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful accusation. I quickly shook my head, my cheeks flushing at the suggestion. “Bro… I wasn’t even looking at her, I was just reading the heading,” I shot back, trying to defend myself from his playful banter. Kevin chimed in, his voice barely above a whisper, “I think she’s hot,” he admitted, his shyness evident as he averted his gaze, fidgeting slightly as he spoke. "I think it's time we started looking for dance partners if we're going to the sip and dance event," I said, concerned by our lack of interaction with any of the girls at school. "Bro by now they prbably think we are a bunch of faggats. Why would they want to talk to us?" asked Keir with a rolled eyes. He then placed his fingers on his hip and strike some feminine poses. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?" Kevin and I couldn't hold back a laugh. "We need to relax a bit. We've been shying away from making friends; perhaps it's time we let some people into our circle while still keeping our legacy under wraps," Keir suggested. "Keir has a point. We should be more sociable," Kevin chimed in. "I will let you eat my dinner for a week if I see you interacting. You barely even talk to us." giggled Kier at Kevin. "Come on, we will be late for class." I implied, as my brothers followed by my side. The eyes that continued to fall upon us ignited a tightness in my chest, a sensation akin to holding my breath, as if the world around me carried an unspoken weight. I was acutely aware of their gazes, and the fear of drawing too much attention kept me from fully engaging with my surroundings. Yet, as I studied the faces—particularly those of the females—I sensed a subtle shift; perhaps it is not that they think we are a bunch of weirdos, they regarded us with admiration, as if they found us attractive in some inexplicable way. With a determined posture, I squared my shoulders, adopting a serious demeanor to mask my uncertainty. My brothers, however, exhibited starkly different reactions. Keir, ever the confident one, shot back playful smiles, his lips glistening with a flirtatious glimmer, like a self-proclaimed playboy reveling in the attention as Keir was considered the fun one the life of the party. In contrast, Kevin was the epitome of coyness, diligently avoiding any eye contact, as though the very act of locking gazes was too daunting for him but he was considered the smart one. The walking dictionary. I am not sure how people review me but I was the one that pulled the strings, I was the one people look up to for advice and direction. I considered myself the Alpha of the Alphas. The commander and the leader although we were all Alphas. Lost in the moment, I suddenly felt a forceful push that jolted me to a halt. As I glanced down, I was met with a nervous face—a look of surprise mixed with a hint of panic. Not wanting to make the situation worse, I stared at her stagnant. She immediately sprang to her feet, her movements frantic as she scrambled to gather the pages and books strewn across the hall floor. Instinctively, I pulled my shades off and hung them on my t-shirt, then stooped beside her to help retrieve some of the scattered papers. As my fingers brushed against hers, I could feel her staring at me, but to avoid the awkward feeling in my chest, I focused on one of her drawings instead. I couldn't help but lift it to my face, completely fascinated by her artistry. Just then, she whisked it from my grasp, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She immediately dashed down the hallway, disappearing into a nearby classroom. The same class that I was heading to. "Who was that?" Keir asked. "I don't know, I've never seen her before. It's probably a newbie." I implied. "Did she just enter our classroom?" asked Keir. "I guess she did." I replied "She's going to feel sick when she sees you walk in... That's crazy." giggled Keir.