Dominant Enemies… and mates

Confusing

{ Laurent }

My mouth wants to drop to the floor in shock as Kingsley is speaking, but I stop myself.

In a panicked moment I lied to try to save my äss even though I knew it wouldn't be useful once Kingsley told his side of the story, but in an unexpected twist of fate, Kingsley is telling... the exact same lie I told.

How can that be possible?

'Its because he's ours. We're connected.' Says my wolf. And for the first time I actually think: maybe? Because it's amazing how accurate we both were with the facts. With the lies. David can't shut his mouth either, I feel like he's even more shocked than me.

I love that Kingsley is taking my side instead of his because if it were the other way around I don't know how I would be reacting right now.

"Oh," Miss Bently says when King finishes, frowning. I'm sure she expected me to be the one lying, "David, I'm truly disappointed in you. You know that challenging someone is not something to take lightly. It's a very, very serious matter. I have to... I have to contact Alpha Rodrick and let him know. You're over eighteen and that makes you..."

Okay, that's a lot.

David is an annoyance in my life and I would love to let him take the the fall for this one, but I’m not really that evil.

"Miss Bently, I think it's not that big of a deal. I never even accepted the challenge out loud," I say, before David can even close his mouth from the shock of Kingsley lying on my behalf, "My uncle is really busy lately, I don't think this is worth calling him and bothering him.”

"You shifted at school and hurt a student because of his challenge, Laurent," she says, her voice serious.

"Laurent just pushed me to the ground, it was nothing serious," Kingsley lies again, "Please, just... can you let this go? I'm sure David didn't know the importance of his words, he's still just a kid. And we're all friends at the end of the day. Can we just apologize to each other and move on?"

"We won't ever talk about this situation ever again," I promise, so she knows she the situation won’t get out of here, "I promise. My uncle would just laugh at the situation."

That's not true. My uncle is very serious about that kind of thing (if it had really happened), but she doesn't have to know that.

"Okay," she agrees, sighing "David, can you apologize to Laurent and Kingsley? And then we can all just move past this."

We all turn to look at David now. I can sense he's mad as hell. He's breathing hard and his jaw is set. He wants to actually challenge me now, but I don't think he's that dumb.

"I'm really sorry, Laurent. And King," he says half-heartedly, "I really didn't mean for things to go that far."

“It’s fine, David.” Kingsley says.

"Yeah, it’s okay, buddy," I say with a smile and I even lift my fist to him. David gives me a heated look but he actually bumps his fist to mine and then we're all free to go.

I've never felt such a tense energy as I feel when we all walk out of the office into the hallway again.

"I'm really sorry, David," King whispers, looking down. David just scoffs and opens his mouth to say someting but then decides against it.

"I don't want to have any more trouble because of you two," he says, still all tense. I have to force myself to look down because I feel like that's the least I can do, "You deserve each other, I guess."

He leaves after that and Kingsley sighs.

"King..." I start, not even knowing what to say. Should I thank him? Should I ask if he's fine?

"You're the biggest piece of shït I know," he says before I can even say anything, "You broke two of my ribs, did you know that?"

My whole body freezes. I know that and I've been feeling like s**t ever since, but he looks fine now.

"I totally didn't meant to do that."

"I know. I just... I helped you out there, didn't I?" He asks, looking straight at my eyes. I nod, "So you owe me one. And all I ask is for you to leave me alone. You and your wolf. I swear to Mother Nature, if you ever talk to me again I will find a way to fück up your life, okay? So don't try me."

What?

Where is that even coming from? He's the one that fücking got me all worked up and then jumped in front on me like a dumbass. The ribs thing was a complete accident on my part, what the fück does he want from me? He's healed now.

"That was fully your own fault, King, you..."

"If I told the truth you would be in serious trouble, even if you uncle," he mocks my voice, "Or your daddy or your granddaddy tried to help you, okay? So don't talk to me like that because it's been two times now that I could have done something to fück you over and I didn't. So, stay away from me. Forever."

He goes away then, stomping.

Such an ässhole. I dont know why I even bother.

I sigh and grab my phone to text my sister and my cousins. Apparently they're all waiting for me in my car so I walk there with heavy feet.

To be honest, I'm fine with Kingsley not wanting us to be around each other for a while. It seems like every time we're around each other something catastrophic happens. I need a break.

I get to my car and the three of them are already in here. In fact, Phoenix and Hannah are here too.

"Hey, what's with this party?" I ask as I get into the driver's seat.

"We saved your äss one more time," my sister says, sitting in the passenger with her grimy shoes on the seat, "I told the family we all went to eat lunch together so my mom wouldn’t get suspicious. So we feel like the least you can do is to actually take us out for a meal."

"Okay, Flea. Thanks," I say with a slight smile. Even though Diory is only acting for her own benefit and to continue to have power over me, it's true that sometimes she's a good sister, "What do you guys want to eat?"

I start driving out of the school. I can see Kingsley walking alone, carrying his backpack, his hair wild because of the wind and looking… weird. My stomach clenches and my first instinct is to call him and take him home, but I obviously won't do that. There's no reason, it's only a fifteen minute walk to his house... or maybe twenty, if he keeps walking this slow.

Is he still feeling pain? Oh, now I feel sick again.

I shake my head and have to force myself to stop thinking about him and pay attention to my cousins' conversation as they decide where to go for lunch.

Just like I imagined, as soon as we are seated at the pizza restaurant they decided on, they all start pestering me to tell them what happened.

For some reason, I don't want to be honest. Not even with the twins.

"King and I were fighting as usual when David came to us to talk shït and challenge me. So, my wolf came out," I start and everyone is believing me. I feel bad, but at the same time I don't. I think whatever happens with King is my business, "King tried to stop me but he startled me and got me to fall on him. I think I hurt his ribs, but he recovered quickly."

"Oh, gosh," Phoenix complains, shaking his head and looking scared, "If my dad finds out there was any mention of a challenge at school he's going to raise hell."

"Yeah, that's why you're not going to say anything," Alex says, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Phoenix gulps, "Uncle Ro doesn't have any chill in his body so it's best he doesn't know anything."

"I'm not a snitch," Phi complains with a frown pushing Alex away and I nod, that’s true, "I was just saying."

"Yeah, but it doesn’t matter, we fixed everything with miss Bently," I continue, trying to get my body to stop being so tense.

I manage to get through the rest of the meal normally and even change the subject so I'm not thinking so much about Kingsley. When we’re done eating my cousins decide that they’re definitely not done taking advantage of me and they make me buy them ice cream. It’s okay though, it serves to distract me.

When me and Diory get home we see our parents are lying together on the couch cuddling, they don't even move when they hear us coming.

"How did it go?" my dad asks from the couch, sounding normal and happy, which relaxes me even more because it means no one at school decided to call him to let him know what happened, "We're about to start watching a movie. Come on over."

Diory agrees and sits next to them on the couch but I opt to sit on the floor in front of my mom, who raises a hand and tousles my hair as soon as she has me in her vicinity.

"We have to do something about this mess," she says, tugging on my hair. I don't say anything, I just let her move my head around, and I think she's right, my hair is starting to look like a mass, but I like it that way because when my wolf lets his dumb ears out they're not as visible in the middle of all that hair.

The older I get the dumber I look with them.

My father puts on the movie he was talking about and we spend the rest of the afternoon like this, while I try to forget what happened earlier and not give importance to how I feel.