Dominant Enemies… and mates

My Turn

{ Laurent }

Once my mind calmed down after a while I decided I was going to do something I've never done before: apologize to Kingsley.

I honestly just said the worst thing I could think of at the time, which I've done for years, but this time it was different. And I could feel how much it hurt him which… I don’t like.

I think I really crossed the line and it's not okay at all.

However, it's impossible to apologize because every time I turn to look at Kingsley, that ässhole is all over him. David. And not only that, he seems to always be looking for my eyes and touching him somehow, like he's claiming territory.

Not only is he wrong because King is definitely not his, he's also begging for my wolf to come out and attack him. I can only keep that from happening because I've been working harder lately at controlling him.

The only place I can see Kingsley alone lately is at his dance practice, but I can't do anything to get close enough to talk to him because I'm at my own practice too.

"I need your head in the game, Laurent," the coach says, smacking me upside the head with a helmet as he passes behind me. The whole team laughs at that, but I can only roll my eyes. It's been two years since I've been on the team and I still can't get used to this camaraderie. I honestly don't like this football thing at all.

I don't like how Alex and Rio aren't here with me, I don't like how all the guys always want to out-alpha each other and I don't like how every fücking day I hear someone talking about Kingsley. They try to stop because they know by this point I can't stand to hear his name, but I know they still talk, they still groan when they see him dancing and they still look at his äss that should be mine alone to see. I absolutely hate it, but I also want to stay on this team so I can continue to keep an eye on these alphas and personally make sure they never dare to go near Kingsley, "What did I just say, Taffy?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know," I mutter, snapping back to reality and forcing myself to act like I give a shït about this stupid game he’s talking about. The first one of the season. I don't really care... but my family does. The whole entire family is planning on coming to watch me play so I have to force myself to care, "I'll do my best, I promise."

"Hell yeah, you will," Brennan says next to me and punches me in the arm with all his might. It doesn't really hurt that much, but it bothers me because it's part of the dynamic that I dislike so much. They are always hitting each other and not in a playful way even though they make it look that way. It doesn't hurt, but it's an annoyance to always have to be on guard because one of these ässholes always wants to hit me to prove that they are 'stronger' than me. They're not and we all know it, but they're really lucky I don't care enough to prove it.

I spend most of the day on the field with my team playing stupid games. Coach seriously wants us to be 'brothers' and has been pushing me these past two years to become more involved with the team, but I seriously can't stand most of these guys. The only good thing is that the seniors are about to f**k off, those are the only ones who still pretend they're not afraid of me. And that fücker Kingsley likes so much is a senior too.

I want him gone.

"...Dance team," someone says as I'm walking from the showers to the locker room. My body immediately tenses up, but I don't react. They could be talking about anything, "Are you guys ready for that?"

"Sure, I'm not easily distracted by some äss," someone behind me says and a few laugh, "I'll just watch their videos later, when I have some privacy."

I take a deep breath to help me stay calm and drop my towel to start getting dressed. The guys turn to look at me and one of them even lets out a fücking low whistle that makes my whole body tense up.

"Fück, you're big," one of them says with his gaze on me. I don't answer anything. I really don't want to create a conversation about my c**k in a room full of alphas I dislike, "How are you ever planning on losing your virginity, kid? You're still a virgin, right? There'd be some girl bragging by now if you weren't."

"No way he's a virgin," someone else says, with disbelief in his voice, "You fücked Kingsley, didn't you?"

"What? No way," the guys who were talking about the dance team look at me with big eyes full of interest as I keep getting dressed with my body so tense I can barely even move, "How was it? Did he take it all? He’s so sm…”

"Can you shut the fück up?" I roar, causing all conversation to stop, "I don't want to hear Kingsley's name in this locker room ever again, do you hear me?"

Some of them say yes so I nod and grab my gear to start putting it on. I don't know how the fück I'm going to play like this.

I walk to get out of here and then I hear:

"He totally fücked King," someone whispers, but I don't turn to say anything else because even though it's not true... it's the only thing I've heard about him in there that doesn't bother me. That will only make him more off limits and I like that.

A few minutes later, the game starts and as soon as I step out onto the field next to all my teammates, my eyes move and find Kingsley surrounded by his dance team. He's wearing a new uniform that I haven't seen him wear before. It's little red shorts and a long sleeved black shirt. His white hair stands out like a light among everyone. He’s seriously the most striking person that...

"Hey!" someone complains when he almost trips because of me, "Pay attention, Taffy."

"Sorry," I mutter, but force myself to keep walking until I reach my spot. From here I can hear my huge family yelling my name and that's the only thing that grounds me enough to not turn back towards the dance team. I lift my hands and wave at them.

My dad is wearing one of my old jerseys and is jumping up and down next to my aunt Rosie.

The game starts and I decide to push myself harder than ever before. Without the help of my wolf at the moment, it's a little harder but still doable.

I run faster than ever and I'm a concrete wall, no one can do anything against me and that makes everyone lose their minds when I score and score and score again. My coach is screaming his head off and I think this is the best day of his life.

It's unbelievably amazing how much better I am when I actually put in the effort. At halftime, my whole team hugs me and yells things in my face but for the first time, I don't completely hate it. My heart is pumping so hard that I even scream back and get excited about the energy created by them. I feel indestructible.

And now I can turn to the dance team as I drink water. Kingsley is looking right at me.

Hell yeah. Look at me, baby.

The second half is just as great as the first and of course we end up winning against the Dell clan. I can't stop myself from screaming in happiness and for the first time hugging them and celebrating with them, something I haven't done during my years playing because I've never decided to be good. My coach comes over to me and grabs my head to congratulate me and then I turn to look at my family.

My dad is almost running towards me. I open my arms for him but he's so crazy he hugs my waist and tries to lift me like I don't literally weigh over 120 kg.

"Stop! You can't!" I complain, but I'm laughing. He's such a psycho.

"Shut your mouth. You’re my tiny baby, I can do whatever I want," he says as he lets me go and then I get to hug him before the rest of the family gets to me, my aunts and uncles and grandparents, and even my cousins are here supporting me. I know most people are watching us, but I try not to let it get to me. I don't really like attention like that, but I need to get over that because the older I get, the more attention I get. I don't think it's ever going to stop.

Finally my alpha father comes over and gives me a tight hug. He hugs the almost shït out of me, he seriously doesn't hold back. I groan in pain and try to do the same to him but then he lets go and grabs my head to kiss my forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, son," he says and even though I'm an old man, his words make me feel like a little pup again, happy to please his father, "You gave it your all even though I know you don't like this that much. Your daddy is very happy."

"Yeah… I actually enjoyed it today," I admit with a smile, "Maybe I'll keep doing it."

"We'll always support you."

{ Kingsley }

I have to take a moment to myself after Laurie and the rest of his team go to the locker room after their win. I seriously need to get away from all these people right now.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I say to Lisa next to me, I can see her opening her mouth and I know she's about to offer to go with me, "It's okay, I can go by myself. I'll be back in a second."

"Okay, then. I'll wait here for you. We'll still have a sleepover with Zay, right?"

"Yes! Don't leave without me!" I tell her and then run back to the school. When I get there I lean against a wall to cover my face.

I can't believe this guy who destroyed a team almost single-handedly is my... enemy.

The last few years Laurie was in a weird phase with his body where it looked kinda too big and awkward, he hardly ever played in games and when he did it was kind of boring because he obviously didn't put any effort into it, but this year it's different.

Honestly, he’s the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, especially in that uniform. When I saw him coming out wearing that it was an attack on my nervous system.

Laurie always wears baggy clothes that make him look bigger than he is, but today seeing him wearing those tight pants...it's just making me feel crazy stuff. He has the most delicious body I've ever seen. His legs are powerful, his äss is super round and his shoulders looked the size of a truck. And he's just so damn tall. Mother Nature really just gave the most perfect body, the most perfect face and the most perfect alpha to the most idiotic boy in the universe. It's so unfair.

But I'm still hard and I realize that maybe that's why guys don't wear tight little clothes like this, because even though I'm not that big, it's obvious that I have an erection. And no matter how hard I try to think of something else, it's impossible.

"Ugh," I whine, not uncovering my face yet. My wolf is super excited, too. He loved the way his wolf just completely dominated like that. I'm so jealous, he's so lucky. His alpha is the most perfect and beautiful thing in the world. But my human counterpart? Absolutely not.

'Then shut the fück up and go to sleep' says my wolf in my head and even though it should be impossible because he's not a mature wolf yet, he takes complete control of me in a second.

Finally, I get to come out.

Kingsley is nothing but a silly little boy. His fights with Laurent are just annoying and detrimental to me and my alpha, both of us just want to be together, but those two kids are ruining the beautiful life that we could be having already.

But I am not a little boy, I am a strong omega and I don't wait for anyone.

I go and take what I want.

"Hey!" someone complains. There are some naked guys around, but I don't pay attention to them because I don't care about anyone's body but my alpha's, "This is the locker room, Kingsley, are you lost?"

"Where's Laurent?" I ask and some of the guys keep complaining and covering themselves out of respect (as they should) and others point to the showers. I walk over there, "Hurry up and get the hell out of here. Leave us alone."

"What?" they ask, confused, but fall absolutely silent when Laurent appears, completely naked, dripping wet and pissed as hell.

"GET THE FÜCK OUT!" he growls towards the locker room, while I'm too busy staring at his naked body for the first time. I've never seen anything so del... "You, come here right fücking now."

"Alpha..." I can't even finish telling him what I came here to do because he grabs my arm when I'm close and pulls me until we're in the showers as everyone rushes to get out of here fast. Laurent pulls me into his shower, still open, "Alpha! Oh my god!"

"What are you doing here? Why are you out?" he asks when he notices my presence, extremely confused. His big head starts blocking me from the water but I'm already completely wet anyway, in more ways than one, "Why are you here where there’s a dozen naked guys?"

"I came here for this," I say and reach down to grab his c**k, which is starting to harden, "Give me my wolf, Laurent. Let him out."