Dominant Enemies… and mates

Dream On

I order our drinks and as soon as I have my jack and coke in my hand I take a swig to pass the pill.

Before I go back to Miranda, I pull out my phone and clear all notifications without looking at them to take a quick, short video of what's going on and send it to the group chat with the twins. I can't just keep this memory in my head, I have to share it. And make them envious.

‘Don't you dare talk about this. I'll bring you here as soon as you manage to come visit me on your own.’

I put my phone on silent and fill with courage to return to the couch, trying to look calm. I hand the drink to Miranda and sit back down next to her, but the omega returns to her place in my lap as if she belongs there.

The pill hasn’t kicked in yet so my dïck is still asleep and I'm not as excited as I should be, but I know I will be in a few minutes so I force myself to put a hand on her back and stroke her skin there.

I need to fück her, this is my chance to lose my virginity once and for all and probably in a great way that I'll be able to tell the twins about.

I bring my own glass to my lips and finish it all in one gulp, but I'm not feeling as drunk as I'd like. That phone call with my father brought all my drunkenness down, so I see a half-naked girl taking notes and raise my hand to her.

"Hi, can I have a bottle of whiskey? Whatever you want to bring,” I ask, because these little glasses are never going to be enough to alcoholize my heavy äss. The girl smiles and nods, while Miranda settles in better to look me in the face.

"You're... you're very interesting, Law," she murmurs, blinking slowly. She's totally drunk, which fills me with panic for a moment. I need her to stop drinking now, I don't want to sleep with a drunk omega, "You're very handsome, you look older than you are, but when you talk... you still have a boy's voice. It's cute. It's a dangerous combination. I don't understand how no omega has laced their claws into you yet."

"I don't get approached by many people, they're afraid of me, especially girls my age," I mutter, looking down. I know it's because of Kingsley. At school all the girls think I'm a bully or that I'm fücking Kingsley, either way they think they shouldn't approach me.

"Oh, of course," she nods and sets her empty glass down on a table to the side of us. My mind is starting to go numb from the pill now and my wolf ceases to be prominent in my mind. I can feel him getting angry as he tries not to fall asleep, but I don't care because Miranda settles in better with her legs around me and her hands on my chest, the moans of the omega getting fücked on the couch next to us are starting to get to me and I see Miranda can feel it as she smiles slowly, "So… you're a virgin?"

I don't want to accept it out loud, but I don't think it's something I should lie about because then when we do it and I suck at it, she'll know it's because of that and not because I'm an ïdiot, so I nod. That just makes her smile more.

"Here's your bottle, handsome," the waitress says, setting the bottle down on the table, giving me a deep look and a wink. I thank her, but I can't look at her for long because Miranda grabs my face and turns it toward her. Before I realize what's happening, I feel her lips on mine.

Stupidly, my first instinct is to move my face to the side to get away from her, but I clench my hands into fists and remind myself that I want this.

There is not a single reason not to. My wolf may be in love with Kingsley, but that means nothing. I don't love him. And he doesn't love me. I'm sure that once we're both mature we'll stop... feeling whatever it is we feel.

I hope so.

So it's not going to matter to him or my wolf if I fück someone else. But... maybe King's wolf will get mad at me, I don't like to think about that. Although, he doesn't have to find out, right?

"Wow, you're big," Miranda blurts out again, only then I realize she's touching me through my pants. I want to say ‘I know’ but in a matter of seconds I feel like I'm completely wasted. Like, almost unconscious.

Actually, I feel as if someone has just smacked me squarely in the head.

"Fück," I blurt out, dropping my head back on the couch because I suddenly can't hold it up, "I shouldn't have taken that pill."

"What pill?"

"An inhibitor," I reply, forcing myself to blink. Why is this so hard?

"Why the fück did you take an inhibitor?! You've been drinking all night, you can't mix heavy meds with alcohol!" She scolds me, as if she’s someone who can do that. I frown and try to raise a hand to push her aside, to no avail, "Why did you do that?"

"Because my wolf wanted to leave," I spit, starting to panic. This feels more like when my father injected me with a sedative that one time, just so I knew what to expect, "My wolf doesn't like it when I'm with someone who isn't Kingsley. Stupid wolf. He didn't want you to touch me."

Miranda is silent for a few seconds. I force myself to pay attention to her and realize she looks worried, deep in thought.

"Who's Kingsley? Do you have a... a mate?"

"Pfff, of course not. Kingsley's just a kid, he's not even eighteen. My wolf thinks he's his, but only because they've been friends for years. The two of them, but not us," I clarify, trying to raise my hand again, "I think I'm going to sleep now. Bye."

➿➿➿➿

"Hey, Law," someone says and smacks my cheek several times, harder and harder until I grunt and move to the side, "We have to go. I don't want to carry you."

I growl again, but this time I manage to open my eyes and see Christian in front of me. His hair is tousled and he's not wearing a shirt, his shoulders have red nail-like marks on them.

"Did I really fall asleep?" I ask, waking up fully now. Christian laughs.

"Yeah. Miranda says you took an inhibitor? That was stupid," he scoffs and turns away from me to get his shirt. He comes back when he's dressed, "Come on, it's time to go."

Fortunately, I manage to stand up and follow him towards the exit. We are alone now, there is hardly anyone in here.

"Wait, I have to pay," I say when I remember, but Christian just shakes his head.

"Don't worry, I already paid the bill. Besides, I drank the bottle you ordered," he says and puts a hand on my shoulder as we walk out of the laundromat. The sun is out and I have no fücking idea what time it is, "That was fun, wasn't it? Until you fell asleep?"

"Yes," I reply and let out a laugh as well. Christian looks pleased.

He drives me to my building and I say goodbye to him before I go inside. I feel like a whole week has passed.

And I'm still a virgin.

The first thing I do after taking a shower is put my phone to charge and call my Uncle Andy.

"Hey, Uncle, I'm so sorry for not calling you yesterday. Happy birthday," I blurt out. My voice still sounds slurred.

"It's okay, Laurie, don't worry about it. Thanks," he replies sounding normal, or maybe even amused, "You're in big trouble. You know that, right?"

"Mmmh, I know," I mumble with a grimace, "My dad told everyone I was rude?"

"Yes. And that you were drunk, with older people. Your daddy's not happy about that at all, he wanted to personally come pick you up and bring you back home."

Damn.

"Well, I'm going to fix that, I promise. I love you, Uncle Andy. You're really my favorite." I joke, because I always say that to all my aunts and uncles. Uncle Andy laughs.

"I know I am. and I love you too, take good care of yourself. I know you're big now or whatever, but don't do anything dumb."

I promise him I won't and end the call to do damage control with my parents… well, with my father first because my dad scares me the most.

"Hello, Laurent," he answers without a hint of amusement in his voice, unlike my uncle.

"Hello, father," I say and then we both go completely silent for almost seven seconds. It's super awkward. I get up from the bed to walk and get rid of the feeling, "So... are you mad at me or...?"

"What do you think, after that stunt you pulled yesterday? Are you at least going to apologize?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I was rude. I was just drunk," I reply, but my father doesn't answer. He falls silent again.

"Why is it so easy for you to apologize now, huh?" he asks suddenly sounding suspicious, "Are you...? You took inhibitors?"

How the hell did he figure that out? Even being miles away I can't keep a fücking secret?

"Mmh," I mutter.

"Why? What the fück was going on last night that your wolf wasn’t happy about?" He demands, starting to get angry once again. I wasn't expecting this so I don't know what to say, "Laurent."

"God! It's none of your business, dad!" I whine, pacing back and forth anxiously, "You know he always gets upset about dumb shït, just forget it. I can go out and have fun like normal people my age."

"Haven't I always told you that you should? I'm all for you going out and having all the fun you want with the twins, I give you complete freedom to disappear all night if you want," he starts, but I can only roll my eyes, "I push you to go out more with your football friends, but you always say that's not something you're into. But now you are! Now that you're in another clan with older people? I'm sorry, but no. That's not the way to do things. We don't know those people and you can't be around them without your wolf present. The only reason I'm okay with you living alone is because I trust him."

"And you don't trust me?"

"I used to, until last night. You showed me how immature you are and now I realize you're really just a dumb kid who's easy to manipulate. You've only been with other people for a month and they already have you acting different. So no, I don't trust you."

"So you want me to be pathetic and stay home all day?"

"No. I never said that, you went from one extreme to the other, I'm just saying I don't like you hanging out with that alpha and his friends. That's all."

"Dad, you're overreacting. It was just one night. I can handle myself just fine."

"Uh-huh. I also saw that you failed today's test because you didn't even remember to take it. How is that handling yourself?"

I fall silent. I didn't even remember the test. Today was the last day to take it and I forgot.

"How do you know that? You've been lurking in my school account?"

"Of course. I'm checking on you."

"God! You're suffocating me!" I yell, unable to stop myself now, "Let me live my life, stop messing with everything and just leave me alone."

"Fine. I will. You earned yourself another two months in Tallahide. Tell that to your wolf when he wakes up," he says, his voice perfectly controlled and perfect, and ends the call.

I seriously hate how he never yells when we’re fighting, like he always wants to show he's better than me.

"Fück!" I yell. I know my wolf is going to hate me even more when he knows that. He's literally been counting down the days until he can come back home.

I shake my head and take a breath trying to relax. I need to sleep and then talk to my dad so he can yell at me too but then I can convince him to calm Daniel down and make him forget that thing he just said.

I go back to bed to sleep but before I can, my phone rings again. Great.

It's Christian.

"Dude, your dad just called me."

"No way," I close my eyes, mortified. I can’t catch a break, "What the fück did he say?"

"You didn't tell him where I took you last night, did you?" He asks, but it's more like he wants confirmation.

"No! He just knows we went out."

"Well, he didn't like that. Next time just lie, pup," he advises and laughs. He's right, "But it really was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah.”

"I knew you'd like it. I see myself in you, you know? We're kind of in the same place," he starts, "My dad was a controlling alpha too, he never let me do shït, he just wanted to force me to act like a perfect doll all the time, just like him. Daniel looks like he's exactly the same."

I nod even though he can't see me. And I think I'm starting to like him a little better.

"I can totally relate, I'm like a full on man now, you know? And he still thinks I'm five."

"It's just in their nature, but you have to live your own life," he advises. I didn't think he was that deep, "Don't worry, I'll take you under my wing."

"Thanks, dude."

"Miranda likes you, by the way, she's a cool omega. Really into kinky stuff, you'll totally like her. She can make you really a man," he laughs and I laugh too.

I hope so.

"I like her, too. Can you give her my number?”