Dominant Enemies… and mates

What Killed The Cat

Everything here is so interesting. The walls of Laurent’s room are painted blue, his blankets are white, and it's all perfectly organized and boring, which doesn't surprise me. I walk around and approach his desk first to open his drawers and poke around in there.

He has a pile of pencils, pens and colors, school papers and old books. Boring.

I move to the stands on the sides of his bed. One has a bunch of little toy cars which makes me snort mockingly… even though it's kind of cute. But the other stand has hand cream and some convenient kleenex plus other miscellaneous items. Huh. Interesting.

I approach the door to his bathroom and again I'm not surprised to see everything clean. No dirty clothes in the corners or water everywhere like in my own bathroom. I step into his shower to see his products and smell them just because I can't help but be curious. They smell good.

Inside the bathroom there is another door and this one leads to his closet, where there are things still but it's obvious that there are many missing, the stuff he took to Tallahide. I search the floor trying to find some used shirts but there are none, which annoys me in an embarrassing way.

What the fück am I doing? Looking for his dirty clothes like a fücking weirdo, that’s what. I should get out of here... but not before I steal some other shirts I want to have even if they don't smell like him. Except that one in particular still smells like him. The white button-down shirt he wore on his birthday.

"Oh, shït," I blurt out as I pick it up and realize why it looked so good. It's a Saint Laurent shirt, which I imagine was a gift from his parents because I can't imagine Laurent going into the mall looking for designer clothes for himself when most of his clothes are part of the clan's merch.

I have no idea how much it could have cost but I know it must be pretty expensive. My heart starts pumping with adrenaline when I do what I want anyway.

I take off the shirt I'm wearing and throw it on the floor to put that one on. It’s big on me of course, but I like it like that. I take off my pajama pants too and when I'm just wearing his shirt that still smells faintly of him, my body starts to react. I stare at myself in the mirror and can't help but grab my phone to take a picture of myself in his mirror.

What would my Alpha do if I send him that picture? He would freak out, I'm sure. If things were totally different I would, but since I know Laurent will see it too, I absolutely can't do that. He would call his uncle, dad or grandfather to have me arrested for trespassing and stealing.

"Fück him," I say out loud and continue to watch myself in his mirror. I take off my boxers too and stay in nothing but that shirt.

God, I'm hard, this is way more erotic than I thought.

I'm starting to run a hand down my body when I hear the bedroom door open and my heart stops completely.

"... something else more important?" Oliver's voice asks and I start cursing in my head as I fill with panic. I bend down to grab my clothes and look around trying to find a place to crawl into, "That dumb pup."

What the fück are they doing here? It's one in the morning, they should be asleep like the old people they are!

I can hear them moving some stuff around in the room. I left the bathroom door open so I know Daniel is here and can hear me. I force myself not to make any fücking noise and I get in between Laurent's clothes trying to disappear in case they come here.

God, why the fück did I do this?!

"Don't judge him, we're to blame for rushing everything. And you know Laurie's not the best at paying attention to detail," Daniel lets out with a sigh and I hear footsteps approaching. Oh, no. Oh, no.

I raise a hand to put it over my mouth and tell my heart to calm down.

"Should we go to Tallahide again?" Oliver asks, still moving things around the room, "Make sure everything is okay?"

"It's only been a day, Oliver, he can handle himself," Daniel murmurs, "I'll send this to him with Roger and ask him to do a check on his building. Everything will be fine. Supposedly we want him to grow up a little, right? Let's let him do that."

"Okay," he lets out with a sigh, sounding like he totally doesn't want to do that.

"My love," Daniel blurts out, his voice sounding softer than I've ever heard it, though it's obvious because I've only ever heard him scolding Laurent or me, "I promise you it'll be okay. Laurie is capable, he can handle himself. Besides, no one would dare mess with him, he looks way more intimidating than he is. Please, stop feeling so low."

"I know that, logically," Oliver replies, "I just miss him so much. Laurie is still my little angel and now I'm just with that demon all day. I think... I think you were right. We should have another pup."

Oh. Juicy.

"Don't criticize my lovely baby girl, please," Daniel begins, earning a snort from his mate but then I hear a high pitched squeal from Oliver, "We should start trying now, then."

"Alpha! Stop!" Oliver whines with a laugh and then there’s a gasp, "Oh my god, we can't do this here. Stop that.”

Please. Get the hell out of here, go to your own room.

"You’re right, Omega. Let’s go to our bed,” Daniel blurts out in a deeper voice and my face gets hot. It's his wolf and this is super private. Please, please go away.

Thankfully, they seem to do just that because suddenly I hear the door close and I can finally breathe. God, this could have been catastrophic in ten different ways.

I move to get out but my pinky toe hits a groove in the floor and I curse, throwing myself on the floor to investigate my little toe. As I do that, my eyes fall on a mysterious drawer hidden in the floor. Huh. I've never seen anything like this before except in movies. This is where they hide their money and guns.

I can't stop my curiosity one more time and I lift the lid, but there are no guns or money here. There's just a pile of big paper sheets.

I'm about to close it again when I realize that the type of sheet is the same as where my alpha left me that letter and I think: what if they are more letters for me?

But when I pick them up I realize they are not.

{ Laurent }

My new apartment is great. It's in downtown Tallahide and it's spacious, has two bedrooms in case someone from my family wants to come visit and is fully furnished, but even with this great new place, I could hardly sleep last night.

I don't like being alone. My parents get on my nerves and annoy me but I miss them. I miss everyone. Diory being a mean little bïtch, the twins, Phi, Hanna, Francia. And the rest of my family. What the fück am I supposed to do here where I don't know anyone?

I let out a sigh and plop down on the bed, feeling bitter. I can't even do anything fun because I forgot the chargers for my computer and my tablet. All that's left for me to do is watch videos on my phone... until I get a call from an unknown number.

Usually, I would skip the call, but something tells me I have to answer it. So I do.

"Yes?"

"Laurent? This is Kingsley," he says and my mouth drops open in shock. I sit up in bed and my heart goes crazy, my wolf immediately wakes up with happiness.

"H-how did you get my number?" I ask, because I'm in shock. And confused. What the hell? It’s almost two in the morning now, he should be asleep.

"Your wolf gave it to me," he replies and I can already recognize his annoyed tone. What the hell does he have to be upset about if I'm miles away from his pissy äss? “I need answers. And... you know what? This needs to be face to face.”

"What?" I ask, but King ends the call and while I'm confused, he calls me again. It’s a videocall this time. Fück. I raise a hand to fix my hair a little, but I answer. And King's face appears on my screen. Live and in full color, "What's going on with you now? Why are you pissed? I'm not even on Fallonmore!"

"I know, ïdiot," he replies, rolling his eyes. He takes a deep breath as if preparing for something difficult and all the while I watch him. His pale face is red, "I did something today. I went to your house."

"What for?"

"I went because... my wolf wanted to see yours and tell him something," he says, averting his eyes from mine, "Anyway. I came into your room and you can't complain because you've been doing that for years!"

"Aha," I blurt out with a frown. I still have no idea what's going on, "And?"

"And your parents suddenly came in looking for something so I panicked and fled to the bathroom. And then to your closet. I stole this shirt, by the way," he mumbles nervously and pulls his phone away to show me the white shirt he’s wearing. The one I got for my birthday.

My wolf howls in my head at the sight of him wearing something of ours.

"My dad will be upset. And it doesn't even fit you, why did you steal it? And why are you telling me about your crimes? Do you remember my father is the head of security?" I ask, just to annoy him. I don't care that he did it. Besides, my wolf thinks he can't steal something of ours because everything of ours is his, but oh well.

Kingsley snorts and shakes his head.

"Yeah, I remember. And we might as well tell him about what I found in your hidden drawer, too,” he spits suddenly and I can feel all the blood leave my body. I'm in shock as Kingsley looks down and then lifts one of my drawings to show me on the screen, "What the fück is this?”

Oh no. This is my worst nightmare.

I end the call and throw my phone to the floor to cover my face. Oh, God. Oh, shït.

I get out of bed to pace from side to side anxiously, my hands shaking. I can't believe this is happening to me, it's not possible. That drawer is so well hidden that even my parents don't know it exists, how the fück did he find it?

"Oh, shït," I repeat out loud. My wolf is going crazy too, which doesn't help me.

What the fück am I going to do? Kingsley wants answers. And rightfully so. The drawings are disgustingly explicit and it's obviously him. I've waisted hours and hours making sure it looks exactly like him, now it's come back to bite me in the äss.

In that drawer there are over ten drawings. My favorite ones. Over the years I've burned most of the drawings but those are special. They are the best... and the sickest ones. I didn't want to bring them with me in case someone might see them, but it was worse.

"Oh, shït," I repeat, because I don't know what else to say. Kingsley is going to do something to f**k me over because of them and of that I'm sure.

I swallow and pick up my phone with my shaky hands. There are three missed videocalls from him and suddenly another one comes in. I answer. King's face is in a scowl now.

"Listen... I know it looks bad, but it wasn't me!" I lie, Kingsley narrows his eyes, "I swear. Talk to the culprit."

"Wait!" he says, but I don't listen. I squeeze my eyes shut and demand my wolf to come out and take this one for us, but he refuses. I have to put all my strength and concentration into pushing him out.

"Hey, baby," my wolf blurts out, flustered. Kingsley continues to look at me with incredible annoyance and just lifts the drawing again. It's one of the last ones where his arms are tied behind his back and his butt is in the air.

"This is terrible! I refuse to believe you did this, this is... this is... this is... psychopathic! Laurent wants to tie me up and rape me and..."

"Hey, hey, no," says my wolf in a loud voice, pushing me to fall completely asleep which I immediately do.